I really miss playing blues albums at 4 am with someone *nods firmly*

Sex is now classified
as a misdemeanor....
the more you miss....
da meaner ya get!

Time is a train
It don`t heal a thing
It just takes you further away,
and longer to get to sleep.

This is Amy:

The album is called: Anchors & Anvils
She is this great little girl with this big upright bass.

 
"All that we see or seem
 is but a dream
 within a dream"
                                                                                                                                                                          
                                                                                                                                                                                  
- Edgar Allen Poe

Found this line over at moonlustie`s. I think it was supposed to be funny but.......well I found it kind`a true maybe??

"Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm ................. "

I found this over at dynamitemine and It made perfect sense to me today. So I snagged a couple of lines.
The fist part is from someone called Angela Chase the second is her own I think :)

"It just seems like you agreed to have a certain personality, or something. For no reason. Just to make things easier for everyone. But when you think about it, how do you know if it's even you?"

I wonder if anyone will ever actually know themselves. It's an overused term. It is also something that few people every really get to do. So if you know, then job well done.

"I don`t feel like putting up with people`s shit anymore. Sometimes I just feel like saying, 'hey, you know what? Fuck you. Yeah, please go away now.'

I`m saving this one on the hard drive in my head *lol* It might come in handy sooner than I want to think about!!

poetic_self posted this in a comment over at child_in_dark today
Just my thoughts exactly!! So I had to repost it here :)
I don`t know anything about this yet but I`ll find out I assure you.


Symptom Recital
Dorothy Parker

I do not like my state of mind;
I'm bitter, querulous, unkind.
I hate my legs, I hate my hands,
I do not yearn for lovelier lands.
I dread the dawn's recurrent light;
I hate to go to bed at night.
I snoot at simple, earnest folk.
I cannot take the gentlest joke.
I find no peace in paint or type.
My world is but a lot of tripe.
I'm disillusioned, empty-breasted.
For what I think, I'd be arrested.
I am not sick, I am not well.
My quondam dreams are shot to hell.
My soul is crushed, my spirit sore;
I do not like me any more.
I cavil, quarrel, grumble, grouse.
I ponder on the narrow house.
I shudder at the thought of men....
I'm due to fall in love again.

Talented girl who made me go back to when poetry was worth the time. The feeling This gave me, you just got to go there and have a look for your self. Please tell me what you think guys!

http://emotionalwench.livejournal.com/85189.html?mode=reply

vikkilind wrote this and I wanted to share it with you guys because I found it mowing.


do you see me

well, do you?
the image
to protect and hide under
is all you get to see
don't try to get deeper
you might find yourself
looking into a mirror
mirror mirror on the wall
who's numbest of them all?
reasons, causes
causality
is what I'm made from
you're just the same twisted madman
a sample of failures
some call it soul
but unless you haven't seen me
don't tell me who I am