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2:16my head feels like the walls werent goddamn sound proofed right, and it hurts.2:16 by ~iwasearnestonce
but if you really wanna know.... and our narrator goes on to sound much like holden caulfield... lets be holden caulfield.
when what everyone came to see was a vampire writing lolita.
i thought i knew who i was oncewe exist in small sparse breathsi thought i knew who i was once by ~iwasearnestonce
and it will be the death of you
because existing- is not enough
and trying to save your own soul
is like that moment
when you think you could jump in front of
the train
but you don't
so instead you board
and sigh in your seat
licking up mock adrenaline
like honey
honey laced with cocaine.
oh yes,
we are all about the drugs
when we're slipping through the cracks
like puke down a drain.
but this is not about drugs
or any of the stigma
mind altering intoxication entails-
i was an addict
before the chemicals
you know,
it was the shaking in the bedroom,
the bloodying of the walls,
scrapes and scars,
fingers down
.lick your wounds if you have to, it's not my job to stop you.. by ~iwasearnestonce
grin and bear it, your grandmother said. but you've fallen time and time again, it's bitten through the flesh. since when did you take advice, from the likes of them?
if you had ten dollars and a packet of pills, you'd be afraid of not coming back. you lie in the wreckage, the mess you've made- why the hell would you act like that?
tell me your life is a movie frame, tell me you've lost your claim to fame. tell me you've given up hope. tell me your room is filthy. blame it on the stress, forget to mention the dope.
if you have died so many times
what do you have to lose?
Untitledhere you go,Untitled by ~iwasearnestonce
spitting between life's eyes
again
and claiming yourself blind.
-- the affliction of disenchanted escapists
who major in suspension of disbelief
and get lost when the wool unravels and
the costumes and skins
slip off.
bare.
exaggerating
now sordid lips
tired tongues.
sometimes i don't know
if i have forgotten how to write
or if its only that
i have nothing to say--
i am an amnesiac.
{and i always want to pick up dead things}
losing instinct
with reality taming,
and eating inspiration
demurely, after all,
who could be ravenous
here?
{-tell me my words aren't just jumping off your spindly ears like they're highrise buildings
Cinnamon Souls"You're mixing water in your coke again."Cinnamon Souls by *UntamedUnwanted
"I know."
"You do that when you worry."
"I'm always worried."
"No, you're usually cinnamon-in-your-tea worried. This is water-in-coke worried and that is seriously beginning to freak me out."
"I know."
"..."
"What?"
"What are you worried about?"
"You're going to think it's stupid."
"Try me."
"Well...do you ever wonder about the kind of guy you're waiting for?"
"I think we all wonder about that guy, love."
"I've been thinking about him more often than not lately. What he would be like, I mean."
"Oh. Well...if it helps any, I know what mine would be like."
"Really?"
"Sure. He will be tal
Sta.sh
i really appreciate your interest in my work 
