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EIGHTBALL I hold the future in my fingertips my destination races across her lips it's no suprise it's just what it predicts my fate is sealed shut by the dice it picks so I shook my magic eightball and I posed an inquiry and my future began to surface: "outlook not so good", "most likely not", "my souces say no" it is without a doubt hard to figure out this magic ball what gives it it's mojo powers, and makes it so mystical? is it the faith of over a million kids who find it believable? or is it a bunch of four sided dice trapped in a black plastic ball?
WIDOWMAKER Like a ton of bricks it hits before she finishes her sentence as the predicate predicts a swift ending to my presence I could see it coming from a mile away at six hundred miles an hour a suprise attack, tora-tora kamikaze, no looking back. a tactic of considerable power it doesn't matter now what I should have done then my heart was in the right place at the wrong time again in close to half a second my composure was lost, and I had found my modesty. "everything not in the dumpster was otherwise tossed", her voice lacking sincerity it's you plus me divided by inadequecy times my denial minus three words we threw around and around and a why cant you in tang douplahnu?! a phonecall is made at midnight that wont let her fall asleep, her ringer's turned off but she can hear the answering machine if you want to get away you'll have to go through me or walk over my dead body and you just may, the ship is sinking I'm the captain, there's no escape, if you want to get away you're gonna have to go through me.
ALWAYS HAVE, ALWAYS WILL Fell asleep in the van, with a crick in my neck and a yearning in my brain making myself homesick looking at your photograph. I do the best that I can to keep myself in check but it's easy to complain when our home sits on the binding of the U.S. page of the road atlas, oh. absence will make your heart grow fonder, all of my dreams will come true, and if your heart starts to wonder I will tell you what I'll do Hold my breath all night, clench my fists so tight, wish with all my might that I'll never fear. Grit my teeth too hard, travel very far, wish upon a star that I'll never... I never feared you with thought of you near me I camped out by the phone, putting scratches in my notebook and waiting up til dawn humming this song back and forth over and over again and if my heart starts to wonder I will tell you what I'll do I sleep as much as I can, I hold my heart in my hand, it's as much as I can stand, my weakness comes out once again.
ERIN WITH AN "E" She likes to keep to herself, but I would also love to keep her. she may sleep all alone but she's not the only lonely sleeper. when a bunch of realistic schemes seep into my daydreams she's got the disinfectant. when all I've gotten myself is lost she'll buy my heart at any cost, and it's such a safe investment I may look like clarke kent, but I'm no superman, I'm just a mild-mannered kid looking for my lois lane Whoa, I know she what I see when my eyes close Whoa, I know when she's gone where she goes I'd throw rose petals at her feet and feed her all that she could eat a thousand kisses I would send her. I'd make her be my valentine, I'd wash my mouth with turpentine, I'd even like her if she changed her gender.
SO MUCH In time she might see how foolish she was for leaving me. Might take a bruise or two before she longs for my kind of abuse. Running away was easy I guess but you left my mind a sloppy mess. Was it so hard to talk about things I couldnt figure out? Whoa is me, she took her things and she went away, whoa is me she says she's feeling so much better, she says the air tastes so much sweeter, she says she's feeling so much better, she says the air tastes so much sweeter since she left me sometimes I might suspect that the cause couldn't be as bad as the effect. Crazy girls which I seem to collect and scribble down notes like a science project. Your argument has no defense it's a big fat lie built on false pretense, but now I roam from home to work singing songs about you and feeling like a jerk running away was easy I guess but you left my chest a hollowed out mess.
INTACT Here I sit, my life's a model kit, but I burned the instructions and the pieces don't fit. I eat spaghettio's, turn on the stereo, and keep in mind my best case scenario I'm without serious doubts, I'm within my constraints and it just clicked: the things that make me tick get thrown against the wall and I keep what sticks. I wish with all my might that I had some cause to fight but I cant argue with myself on this lonesome night I can't complain, lost less than gained, strive for progression my futile needs are all I feed and it gives me indigestion.
DESCRIPTIVE ESSAY,100 WORDS To whom it may be of any concern:
EVERYDAY I'd explain how I felt if I thought I could, but we have an understanding and it's well understood. She treats me too good for my own good, and if she jumped off a bridge you know I would. Oh no, you see, it's not you it must be me. Oh no, I pray that I'm enough to make you stay. "no way" I could dwell on this until I die, it's ridiculous but it's the fear I hide. I get so jealous at the wrong times, I may be sensless but I'm not blind. Everyday above ground is a good day, everyday you're around it makes me believe that if I'm not six feet down then I'm well on my way. Everyday above ground I'm tired, oh everyday. Everyday above ground is a good, good day.
LEAVE NO MAN BEHIND Every once in awhile I get tangled up in my loose ends and I strangle myself on promises made to old friends. Just once he'd like to take two steps forward not two steps back. Like the drops in the buckets balanced on his back the little things add up so fast. in every sense of the word his life has become effortless. Like pride it's easy to swallow, but difficult to digest. you didnt learn a thing, you wallow and still cling to your mistakes like they're precious memories. you never gae enough, thought that you were tough but you were weak and I have no sympathies my opinion may not necessarily represent all the thoughts and attitudes of those I've grown to resent, but from time to time I take a step back to reflect on the self destroying ideals I once fought to protect
FATBOY In elementary I was the lowest class, a bitter little kid good in science and math. I never had a problem making the other kids laugh when they'd steal my lunch or kick me in the ass but I could see the surface from there, choking up and grasping for air, no sanctuary but my secret lair, my reason for resistance was clear. my telephone never heard a ring so to my comic books I would cling, talking to girls was an alien thing Fatboy like I was when I was young, it's hard growing up when they're putting you down. Fatboy like I'm living right now when I aint got luck, I aint got nothing. So I slammed my door and I locked myself in with dungeons and dragons and todd mcfarlane, staring so hard at the pages I pecked just to steal my attention away from the attacks.
THE WEEK OF AUGUST 1ST So I go down to my deepest depths, and lose the things I'd learned to accept like faith
in promises. I think about the truth I hold compared to the bitter fruits of getting old
just like my father says:
SOMETHING FIERCE It's never cold enough, my rubik's cube is never solved unless taken apart. I'm hung
from the highest tree, the birds won't nest in me, as the slingshots take aim the bull's
eye is on my frame
PLAN B Push-pinned my picture to your wall, framed it in pieces of argyle. there's a thread for every minute I missed my chance to begin it. I could feel the pressure building up as I cram it to the top, a coffee can filled with letters. my ears begin to pop as the tension drops. we've fallen down, someday you won't be around for me to fall back on. it's so akward to say goodbye to you, the tensest moment when I fail to follow through, I'm all wound up and then you tighten the screws, my want turns to need as you slip on the noose. As I push my pen across the page casting my spell like a first level mage, my epic battle between love and rage/ a melodramatic mess not fit for my age we've fallen down, all my innocence has drowned since you've gone she says I'm changing everyday, she wants to know how, why, and who with. she says there's still good left in me like I'm the dark lord of the sith. I write this every single winter, and now I'm writing it again: I shed my common sense in exchange for newer skin. the good news is that I've finally learned to appreciate my friends, the bad news is that I havent got any left, the good news is that I dream about it almost every night, the bad news is that when I wake up you're not there.
FACE FIRST When I feel in love with you I knew you'd learn to love me too, even if you couldn't stand all the stupid stuff I do. Believe in me, I love you, too over-stated to be untrue, as you hold me up next to the light and watch me as I start to come unglued. I can't see how you'd say I held on too long, for you see there's no way, I'm not that trong.( I'm not) So now I come on sugar sweet, but my best attempts prove weak, whether I'm holding tight onto your hand or sucking on your feet you have no need you come complete, no one ever could compete. As I dive face-first into the odds I know that there's no chance I'll ever beat.
BACK FOR THE ATTACK Maybe it's just my randomly firing synapses, but I think about nothing but you as time passes. I'm no home run hitter, but I'll still step up to bat, and now you know that's why I'm back, back for the attack. now bear witness, I return defenseless, to set the pavement made with my intentions here. holding it together, thought out every letter of every word in every sentence so carefully. I thought out every word, every sentence so carefully. it's not enough, it's too late. problems surfaced and they capsized our relationship, I now propose this expedition to salvage it, the weather may start getting rough, our tiny ship may be tossed, but I'll not be stopped by acts of god, I'll get you back at any cost. it's not getting what you want, it's wanting what you got, and I havent got much left, so I dig my fingers deep into the few things that I keep and I find myself constantly fighting, screaming, biting, trying to get you back.
WIDOWMAKER Like a ton of bricks it hits before she finishes her sentence as the predicate predicts a swift ending to my presence I could see it coming from a mile away at six hundred miles an hour a suprise attack, tora-tora kamikaze, no looking back. a tactic of considerable power it doesn't matter now what I should have done then my heart was in the right place at the wrong time again in close to half a second my composure was lost, and I had found my modesty. "everything not in the dumpster was otherwise tossed", her voice lacking sincerity it's you plus me divided by inadequecy times my denial minus three words we threw around and around and a why cant you in tang douplahnu?! a phonecall is made at midnight that wont let her fall asleep, her ringer's turned off but she can hear the answering machine if you want to get away you'll have to go through me or walk over my dead body and you just may, the ship is sinking I'm the captain, there's no escape, if you want to get away you're gonna have to go through me.
FRANCES I bought him at thrift town for sixty-five cents. if I had a kingdom he would be my
prince. his cuteness is too much for my tolerance, frances I love you.
KAMIKAZE I've got a crush and it's crushing me to death, smashing my mind and stealing my breath, switching up the music it's getting pretty loud, like a five foot six gorilla jumping from the crowd. Impossible's wuss-corp, pick it up! take position! we're coming in low on a top-secret mission! Bombadeer, direct hit! Kamikaze skanking fit, my girl's taking over the pit! Kamikaze! Kamikaze! getting in the ring she's a real prize fighter, rosy red cheeks, pull your teeth out with pliers. Load her up, cock her back, take aim and shoot her, just like kung-fu she's a bad motor scooter!
GIN MAKES A MAN MEAN oh she thinks I mean nothing at all but sometimes it's like a kick in the shin. she's insecticide to a bug like me but I just cant take it if I just cant win. oh yeah she treats me like a gum disease, I've got half a mind to tell her so, but she still does what she pleases, I gotta pull away before she lets me go. I'm gonna wash that girl right outta my hair, wash that girl right outta my hair, I'm gonna wash that girl right outta my hair. Oh she's just like a cavity that hurts but I poke at it anyway, it's an aquired taste I guess, but I have trouble thinking any other way.oh yeah she treats me like a gum disease, I've got half a mind to tell her so, but she still does what she pleases, I gotta pull away before she lets me go. oh no, she thinks that I'm the dirt on her feet, I thought she was nice, now I think that she's bitter-sweet. There's something about having what you think you want that makes you wonder if you want it at all, it's a no-contest, no-win, but at least there's a beginning and an end.
SIMON he wakes himself up with a monkey wrench, straightens out his spine, he does it all the time, everytime. no matter how hard he may scrub, he's just rubbing it in. he washes his hair with a bar of soap, but it doesn't get it clean. it's like a smack in the face, or a shot in the arm, he doesn't appear to help, but he doesnt do any harm. He'd rather just sustain in his comfortable routine, his comfortable routine and a mad magazine. He's got a ball-point pen tattoo on the skin stretched across his bones. There's nothing worse than being in a crowded room and feeling all alone sits on the curb from dusk til dawn, he's peeling off his core, ripped up and torn. it's better living through chemistry, it's an escape, it's a vulnerability, and then the twilight comes. |