31.10.09

THE THINGS WE LAID DO NOT AMOUNT TO MUCH-

we are the fake,
we are the damned
and the damned will not be heard here
any longer

and,

That's when it turned on me
A motorcade of 'meant to be's'
Parades of beauty queens
Where soft entwines make kindling
These many detailed things
LIKE BROKEN NAILS AND PLASTIC RINGS
Will win by keeping me
From speaking to my new darling
And there's no way to know
Our future foe scenarios
That's when it turned on me
Where bobby pins hold angel wings

1.10.09

w h e r e a r e y o u g o i n g

this [apprehensive] carefree could very possibly
be more dangerous than this recent affliction,
and yet i find myself remaining here-

g o d b l e s s t h e l o s t c a u s e s