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Claude

MySpace

Addiction

Seeing her again,
I thought my heart might stop.
These hungry feelings deep inside,
I need her love so much.

I thought I'd gotten over it,
My heart was finally free.
She came into my life again,
Now love is burning me.

It's stronger than addiction,
Weaker than my faith,
Without her there is nothing,
Just memories of her face.

EDIT: Changed Grace to face in the last line. What the hell was I thinking?

When you've racked up so much time on an internet message board why hide the truth anymore? Persilots Myspace.

Edited by Persilot on 12/19/06 01:20 PM (server time).

Here's a little Christmas cheer for you all.



When I was little
I thought blood was blue
And, when it touched air
It took on a new hue

Now, I'm not little
I know blood is red
But, blue are my thoughts
Till they leak from my head

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"Questions And Answers I Ask Myself On Nights That End In S"


Why do you get so angry when I'm neglectful?
I only hate myself

Why are you so jealous when I get what I want?
I don't get what I want

Why do you get so frustrated when I don't get it right?
I'm apparently trying my hardest

Why don't you just go on and leave me, to die?
I love you and all this too much

Why do you get so scattered, sometimes?
I don't know

Why are you asking me?

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"Pumpkin Head"


I'd rather go to sleep
Than to finish out this day
Than to be another flicker
Through a crudely-carved smile

In the cold and dusk of time, does my skull turn to a cave?
Or, is it too late for decay inside this excavated crest,
Behind this empty, frozen face?
With a checkerboard smile

I'd rather boast a scarecrow on my sleeve to guard my heart
Than to ward off evil spirits with a jagged smile, in vain

I'd rather have night weighing on the roof that I lay under
Than to feel the open air and open hands that lick my flame

When I finally succumb
When I stain your ceiling purple

You'll stare up, in stupid fear
While I spread, as though
I'm smiling

Sinister and spiting
Now,
In such a useless form
I'm smiling in vermilion flame that was, but is not warm

I'll sputter like a deathly mobile
Trickling echoed refrains
To keep you far from sleep
Beside my true skeleton smile

I'll scorch a pale green ghost inside your eyelids
When you shut them tight
But, surely, it will dimmen...
As you fade into the night



"What I learned from the future is Sharpie markers will replace facial hair and all men are impotent except Sean Connery. The future looks bright." - T.P. on Zardoz

Merry Meatmas:

Santa didn't read my list
Now he's gonna meet my fist
Now he's gonna feel the wrath
Of a very merry meatmas
Come on Santa, eat this
Come on Santa, all night long
Sing me a merry meatmas song
You've been a very naughty boy
You won't give a single toy
Until you get down on your knees
And please me with your Christmas joys

"If Australia ever gets a new national anthem I'll insist 'punch her in the twat' is in the lyrics somewhere." - PHOENIX

I really like the boxing reference.

~
Heaven is a place where
Nothing ever happens

My, my, how very ho-ho-homoerotic of you. Is it Christmas time for MEN again?



"What I learned from the future is Sharpie markers will replace facial hair and all men are impotent except Sean Connery. The future looks bright." - T.P. on Zardoz

It's always Christmas time for men. Just ask Claude.

"If Australia ever gets a new national anthem I'll insist 'punch her in the twat' is in the lyrics somewhere." - PHOENIX

I can never sleep first
In a room with a stranger
Who is also alone

For, I can't stop thinking
Of bringing him something
Foreign
And needed

The bright of white skin

In the dim
Which we've both grown adjusted to

No having it construed
As anything but self love

No me trying to create
His own thoughts and conventions

I want my caress to be the hand that shapes him
To a precise re-production of self-gratification
And I want him to love himself back, so intensely
That the radiance lingers
Till he's only in dreams

I wish these things
Came as natural for me
As the urge comes in stillness
To do as to want

So my warmth could be realized
Not squandered each minute

So my worth could be realized
The best way I've found


"What I learned from the future is Sharpie markers will replace facial hair and all men are impotent except Sean Connery. The future looks bright." - T.P. on Zardoz

Edited by JarethsGirl on 12/30/06 03:37 AM (server time).

I like funny guys, because they make me feel normal.
I like red-heads, because they glitter in the sun, like golden strands of slug trail.
I like tall men, because being looked down on is a turn on for me.
I fancy Brits and guys who grew up poor.
I like crooked smiles.

French guys, I like, for their cool.
Spaniards, I like, for their hot.
Italians, I like, for they're open.
Prussians, I don't, for they're not.
Aussies, I like, for they're bad.
Germans I like for their brat.

But, I like Irish men more than anything, as they tend to value the very same things I hold in such high regard:
Women, wit, and liquor.

And lanky, bizarre men with art on their bodies...
They're all fucking rock stars who don't care if they do it for me.

I even like dorks who like comics and Star Wars.
I do not like dweebs. They take it too far...

I like any guy who digs girls wearing glasses.
I like guys with mop tops and hair to their asses.
I like tribal men;
Make themselves understood.
I do not like cave men, but I like when more advanced creatures play at it and laugh.

I really like gay men, because they don't like me back.

I like a good challenge.
I like trouble in doses.
I like classic cars. I like aquiline noses.

I like getting gifts; don't care what they are.
I like weathered men, with such callous and scar and scary look in their eye
When I ask lots of questions.
I like playing daughter.
I like being trusted.
I'd like me a Sensei.
Like angular faces. Men of all races.
To be stronger or weaker. I can not stand for stasis.

Like conflict and drama and broodiness, too.

I like to be liked;
Worship me and I'm through
Liking you.

But, love is much more complicated...

"What I learned from the future is Sharpie markers will replace facial hair and all men are impotent except Sean Connery. The future looks bright." - T.P. on Zardoz

The Dancer

My hands are black and stained with ink,
My heart is blackened too,
I laughed at death,
I laughed at life,
But could not laugh at you.

So I'll dance upon the stony ground,
I'll dance upon your blade,
I'll jig until my feet are red,
I shall not be dismayed.

My eyes are dark and full of loss,
My mind is darkened too,
I faced my doubt,
I faced my fear,
But I could not face the truth.

So I'll dance upon the stony ground,
I'll dance upon your blade,
I'll jig until my feet are red,
I shall not be dismayed.

My memories are fading now,
My thoughts have faded too,
I danced for him,
I danced for her,
But most I danced for you,

And I danced upon the stoney ground,
I danced upon your blade,
I jigged until my feet were red,
And I never was dismayed.


PORK SCRATCHINGS!!! Art thou insane? Myspace.