The Bottle, The Song and TheHeart

Cute without the \"e\" (the agt(a) version)
Date: Nov 15th, 2004 12:52:17 am - Subscribe


Cute without the "e" (the agt(a) version)

Your lip gloss, your lazy...don't bother angel...
it's addicting when it goes on
when everything you'll get is everything that you've wanted, princess
well which would you prefer
my fingers on your shoulders or
me face down, down into your desk
me face down, down into your door
me face down down across your floor
well just so long ............

And will you tell all your friends
you mess with this guy's head
This all was only thinkin bout it,
This all was only thinkin bout it,
And will you tell all your friends
this guy makes me go crazy instead
This all was only thinkin bout it
This all was only thinkin bout it
let's go...

Don't bother trying to explain Angel
I know exactly what goes on when i'm gone and
How about I'm outside of your dorm room
(how about I'm outside of your dorm room)
Watchin them keep the details covered
You're such a sucker (beautiful)
for a sweet talker, yeah

And will you tell all your friends
you mess with this guy's head
This all was only thinkin bout it,
This all was only thinkin bout it,
And will you tell all your friends
this guy makes me go crazy instead
This all was only thinkin bout it
This all was only thinkin bout it
let's go...

Hoping for the best just hoping nothing happens
A thousand crazy times but eh, things happen
I always ask but you don't ever tell me
the balls in your court your times are more than crazy
Hoping for the best just hoping nothing happens
A thousand crazy times but eh, things happen
I always ask but you don't ever tell me
the balls in your court your times are more than crazy
Hoping for the best just hoping nothing happens
A thousand crazy times but eh, things happen
I always ask but you don't ever tell me
I know you well enough to know...

Why can't you say anything
more then i'll think about that?
Why can't I feel anything
more....

I stay wrecked and jealous for this,
for this simple reason
I just need to keep you in mind
as something causing the cancer in my life
(You'll destroy me far before it's through
and find a way to blame the death on smoke)
I stay wrecked and jealous for this,
for this simple reason
I just need to keep you in mind
as something causing cancer in my life
(You'll destroy me far before it's through
and find a way to blame the death on smoke)
I stay wrecked and jealous for this,
for this simple reason
I just need to keep you in mind
as something larger causing cancer in my life
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the weed takes you on a trip man but the caterpillar takes you on a ride
Date: Nov 15th, 2004 12:51:52 am - Subscribe


sealed tightly in my 5 by 10 tomb i finally feel i am able to express the events that have become my new life...arrival was horrible...but afterwards it all became familiar....doors were opened to the scent of everything illegal and i just couldnt say no....so many face with out names...and faces that don't really need names....shes good from far but far from good...but that doesnt matter when you have a friend named bud...with the windows down we're all caught in the system asking why they have to do me like that...screaming fuck the free world in spots that are reserved only for cops we dance from floor to floor and from girl to girl trying to find something that will last...from the parkway to tits ave we all have something or someone in mind.....the nights have been a blurr of beer cans stacked in closets and rooms lit only by flashing blue lights where we are asked..."are you going to 16th and chestnut" and quickly reply "no...laundry...um...bible camp?"....and then there was the caterpillar....it never suspected anything snuggled safely between the cushions of that couch...he probably needed a screw driver to get it out....but the effort was worth it....cause when you run out of energy to shake things up there is only one other way to have a tangerine keen day....the weed takes you on a trip, he told us, but the caterpillar takes you for a ride....to which we promptly replied...so....on a scale of 1-10 how horny are you?....
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Conversations with a ghost, and the fall of the house of usher
Date: Nov 15th, 2004 12:51:27 am - Subscribe


it began with me dressed in black for a funeral but it ended the way all things do when liqour replaces the blood beating to ones heart....i never meant it to end the way it did...you told me once i made you sick...i hope if i made u sick at least i make you tremble....turns out snide remarks sometimes turn out true....you are beautiful confusion...but its too late to take away the past....you may have changed but i am still the same...running through endless backyards my forground lit only by the glow of my lonely cirgarette...and your clothes...her clothes...my clothes...heaped carelessly on the corner of a floor...everything i learned about breaking hearts i learned from you...i'm glad that you have made it past that point in your life...but never look back...just keep walking and eventually maybe you'll bump into someone pure...someone that isn't always turned at the elbows and desperately hanging on to whomever can support them...this is the end...this is everything that never was but had to happen this way....

on to the brighter side of my destruction....the fall of the house of usher was upon us and i had not yet bought the bricks to seal my self safely in the wall....by the time i had gotten them it was too late...tragedy was adverted and a good time began...game after game after game...we rocked the casbah as i slowly got rocked....phone calls led to car rides and discussions that have been stolen by the memory police...you told me you couldn't stay...i told you that you didn't have a choice...6 cups later i was sure i had won the argument...but still you vanished quietly without a trace....the deck was overrun...musicals were being sung...bog rips anyone?....we were challenged and accepted only to find that there were cheaters among us...her glove is still lying on the floor were he left it...next to the lamp shade that never quiet fit the way it should've....luckily i had my helmet....oh captain my captain you've been drinking what happened....i've been slurring my cadences and blacking out when i stand....after hours was intense...we walked the sand guided by the gods of the polyenisian ancients....after finally pulling the wick...the light came on and went off and we started our own version of the olympics...ryan "ocie" o'conell is the first ever javeline beach alympics champion with a throw of "goddamn thats far"....upon return we finally grilled and chilled and picked up the pieces of our assorted lives and crimes...and were served aspirin with breakfast...this ladies and gentlemen this is the end of an era...if was beautiful and bittersweet....and to the crew...you know who you are...we are brothers....everything that we have been through has turned out ok...from nights of fights...to flipped tables...to everyone that has had there time in the shower or on the bathroom florr...for all the wiffle ball...and all the latenight car ride signalongs...screaming anthems a the full moon...wondering why we fell for lesbians or begging each other to say it aint so....we are the coolest kids and we take what we can get...we will never miss a party because we keep them going constantly...we are kings...and i love you all to death...
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Do you know how i met your mother?....cause I certainly don\'t!
Date: Nov 15th, 2004 12:51:01 am - Subscribe


Now that the pressure has been applied i don't know what to say....overboard communication isn't built for things like this...but blaming everything on a loss for words just won't do....

it began at dusk...i was blind when you blind sided me....i never saw any of this coming...."can i sleep with you she asked?" i told you to get in line....feelings were spilled along with cups of water...you ate me and my dinner...i was too focused on not falling off my chair....after everything had been said we decided to share an addiction...i talked of everything that i would miss...your deffinately at the top of that list...thoughts were shared as smoke curled into the air...everything said was from the heart...there are verbs in my ventricals and nouns in my pulmonaries...they slowly circulate and make it through my mouth...coversations like this are what keeps the blood pumping...memories of perfect nights came flooding back...we would have the coolest kids....but we would be the worst parents....you taught me how pinkies mean the world to you...i just smiled...thats all i could do....because of our attitude acts of terrorism were threatened and we evacuated....sadly our time abruptly came to an end after beads had been picked...this probably doesn't fully describe what went on but this will:

Strain my eyes and try
to tell the difference between
shooting stars and satellites
from the passenger seat, you are driving me home.
Do they collide? I ask, and you smile.
With my feet on the dash, the world doesn't matter

you are not my lime...you are my left hand...although its somewhat less functional then my right it evens things out and is totally necessary to live a normal life with...but then again...who is living a normal life right now...i am not your advil...i am your tragedy...something that you just cant seem to kick even though you want to...

...how...
tragic?
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everythings becoming the last time
Date: Nov 15th, 2004 12:50:38 am - Subscribe


islands evidently lead to lack of inspiration...its been years since i've dropped my words...i'm only now getting back the strength to pick them up...so many things have gone by...everything is becoming the last thing...nights are spent trading innocent for instruction in towers above sand and hooligan displays of youth...sound judgement never came to mind...but then again what sound does judgement really make? the popping of beer cans is the only thing that still rings in my ears...it had been a while since my last encounter with poision control....nights are becoming random spent fighting bugs and making oneself a professional...even if the task is merely going to the bathroom....she told me that she loved to meet new boys...i tried to be coy asking "why...whats so great about us?" all the while her eyes had already shouted the answer and and began to twinkle like the north star guiding us to the bed room....everyone looks familiar when you can't see in four feet in front of you...theres politicos on the back porch i might need to buy stock for a bong hit....whatever you do don't tell the host...she told me that she was afraid to room with indians..."they won't be any fun she claimed"....i was going to lecture her on stereotypes but before i could she dropped another on my foot claiming: "your fun though cause your blonde"...i took the compliment and ran...cups are up and down up and down....survivor has become a drinking game...she screamed bloody murder through her gause packed mouth but then gave up the fight to nurse old addictions....instructions on game were given and evidently taken to heart by some...but mostly lost on others....and this is only what i can remember...the rest of my memories were stolen by the stinky cheese man...who asked all his questions at least four times just in order to make sure that he was heard...i've been sippin white russian's bitches in the benz bumpin...i laced it with the basic...because thats basically it....
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