

What I Am NotI am not a smoker But sometimes I just need a cigarette Like the romantic arsonist I need to light a fire in my lungs To replace the fire in my heart This immolation just a form of creation This destruction just the prelude To some questionable, under the table Project of construction Like the romantic arsonist I keep burning bridges, but my god That girl can swimWhat I Am Not
I am not an expert But darling, those tears don't suit you. I've got pockets full of second chances But my sleeves are lined with dead romances Make like your mascara and run  


Saints Only CemetaryI went to an underage funeral Of a friend of a friend that I know He lived for the thrill Of the thought of no will Emptiness inside of me growsSaints Only Cemetary
He was the perfect young debutant The best son a mother could ask A brother, a friend Keen hands he would lend But his follies I find hard to mask
I see through these bleary-eyed wanderers The saint that they know they have lost But that boy in the ground Is no match I have found To the soul in the wind that he tossed
So I feel cold, cold, cold Though there's nothing but blood in my ve


Wearing Your ApologiesDarling, those tears don't suit you. Make like your mascara and run Because I can see through that white lace dress Like a window curtain Wearing your apologies Your weapon-ized sexualities Did you want me to shake your hand? Or shake your hips? Because you're just standing there In your xoxo-exoskeleton It isn't good for my overall health To have you put those dirty words in my mouth I know where they've been And it's nowhere I plan on spending the nightWearing Your Apologies
Like a pocket full of warm change.
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Unless you have porn, cookies, or some messed up combination of the two, I suggest you go away.
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Sex is like a game of cards. If you don't have a partner, you better have a good hand.
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all you need is love.
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all you need is love.
indie photography club
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