Saturday, August 15, 2009

I would like to paste your cut.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

bobloz

Once upon a time she dressed so fine
You threw her bumps and lines she was in her prime, weren't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to get that call"
She thought they were all kiddin' her
She used to laugh about it
Everybody that was rockin' out
Now she don't laugh so loud
Now she don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for her next hit.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a phone
Like completey alone
Like rolling an empty note?
A dog without a bone.

You've drunk the finest wine all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to juice with nothing else in it
Nobody has ever taught you how to live out on the street
And now you're gonna have to teach yourself
You said you'd never compromise
Never be a tramp, but now you're not hypnotised
He's not selling you any habits
As you dare to vacuum his stash with your eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?
Think you'll get a steel

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction to your nowhere home
A complete ba bow
Like a floating stone?

You never turned around to see the clowns on the jugglers and the jugglers on the throats
When they all did seceret tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people do your tricks for you
You used to ride in the limo with your siamese cat
Who carried on his shoulder a fur crevat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't a cat
After he peeled from you your exterior anything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction to your nowhere home
A complete ba bow
Like a floating stone?


~Modalagy~

Life is like streaming on Dial Up

It can Be fst

It can be slooooooow

You never know how long it's going to take

You have to have patience

It can surprise you and go swimmingly

It can start off perfect lulling you into a false sense of comfort then fuck up

You might get bored and do something else

Ecetera

Ecetera

Ecetera




The Perfect Drug.

I couldn't copy the actual film clip so just close you eyes and listen or dance around in your room to this damn amazing song.











Monday, August 10, 2009

Yes, you.

I'm properly in love for the first time, a different kind of love,
I found a new pair of shoes!
They are fiery red and the eyelets are haezel.
The laces sometimes come undone but they never leave the shoe, and surprisingly some days they stay laced up with a comfy grip, keeping me secure.
The soles are... sometimes I forget about the soles because they're not always on show. But I can tell you they're there. I keep trying to look at them (the soles) over my shoulder when I walk but it's a bit tricky.
I used to eye them (my shoes) off in the shop window whenever I walked past.
I never really considered buying them but one day out of the blue I just bought them.
I wore them allot when I first got them, maybe a little too much so I stopped wearing them and went barefoot some days, which wasn't that great.
I started wearing them again even though at times they hurt my feet. The things we do for fashion eh?

I was going to throw them out but I just couldn't part with them, prepared to take the good with the bad.

My shoes have taken a walk of their own, past the seven bells, over the seven seas.
As much as I miss them I think they are going to comeback comfier than ever.

Oh and just so you know you can't find these shoes, they are a one off by a brand called 'Dove'.

Friday, August 7, 2009

Shooting star crahing car I wonder where you are

Up and down all around square peg hanging thread

heart is fear full of dread (not really)

Inside oustside cat meows

in the distance something howls

Thoughts are moving

like thunderous furniture

Ribbon is cutting

door clicks open

Pink jingles on fur so black

time to get going

tap tap tap



Monday, August 3, 2009

Calamari and ciggarette rings
Dying cells in my ear sing

Goodbye to those notes I'll never miss
Never known
like the boy I will never kiss.

One day I might finish this.
Or maybe one day will decide this is it.