miércoles, 30 de julio de 2014

domingo, 27 de julio de 2014

viernes, 25 de julio de 2014

I’m lost I’m lost I’m lost. I’m a loser without cause. And you’re missing me. 

lunes, 21 de julio de 2014

It’s kinda sad isn’t it?
That someone could hurt you so much that you have to write about it.
— July 7th

domingo, 20 de julio de 2014

I think I might always be in some kind of love with you.
— F. Cabanes

sábado, 19 de julio de 2014

And my nightmares will have nightmares every night

Oh, every night. Every night.

miércoles, 16 de julio de 2014

Desert Song

We hold in our hearts the sword and the faith 
Swelled up from the rain clouds, move like a wraith 
Well after all, we'll lie another day 
And through it all 
We'll find some other way 

To carry on through cartilage and fluid 
And did you come to stare, or wash away the blood? 

Well tonight, well tonight 
Will it ever come? 
Spend the rest of your days 
Rocking out just for the dead 

Well tonight 
Will it ever come? 
I can see you awake anytime, in my head 

Did we all fall down?
From the lights to the pavement 
From the van to the floor 
From backstage to the doctor 
From the Earth to the morgue 
Morgue, morgue, morgue 

Well tonight 
Will it ever come? 
Spend the rest of your days 
Rocking out just for the dead 

Well tonight 
Will it ever come? 
I can see you awake anytime in my head 

All fall down 
Well after all...

miércoles, 9 de julio de 2014

call 911 i'm already dead but someone should be caught and held responsible for this bloody mess

domingo, 6 de julio de 2014

"… At times something happens and I stop dreaming of the house and the pine trees of my childhood around it. Then i get depressed. And i can’t wait to see this dream in which I’ll be a child again and feel happy again because everything will still be ahead, everything will be possible." — Zerkalo (1975)



jueves, 3 de julio de 2014

I thought we were making progress, 
But your body language contradicts
Your monologue of pretext so I'll admit,
I'm losing interest and my love was a pretense,
I'm tired of these failing attempts to balance myself 
Between what you want and the opinions of everyone else.
I keep rewinding progress. I know I'm a fiasco.