Now that I have your attention... :P
Just thought you'd all like to know that I am actually dying of stress.
With the drama exam just around the corner, I should feel fine because to my mind it's just another performance for some strange dude, but when I'm getting in the front door at 8pm, I think it's that that's really getting to me.
I have a headache, I'm starving and I'm as bored as a man with no eyes in specsavers.
Won't someone save me from this... torture? :P
And for those that watch Vox Furoris, my movie reviews will now go up on here: www.youtube.com/rabbitdrive
No Longer
For once your lips won't kiss me better,
A slip of the tongue was a slip up is all,
Your slight of hand is near impossible to see,
But I saw your finger search a stranger to your call,
A line of cocaine, with an orgy to follow,
That's how you roll, well roll in the cold,
Because you're not coming back, curling up in my bed,
Crawl into the second best bed. Not rented, sold.
The limits you have pushed,
Have pushed you back until you broke,
Turned to fire and smoke,
Words murmured, not spoke,
No longer do I listen,
To the snide snares that choke,
Take some other bloke,
To drown in sorrow, soak.
I'm sorry, let me congratulate you,
You managed to drive me away, at last,
I mean, why didn't you just say,
Away with this monopoly board, Away I cast,
All games you played with me,
And for once I feel no regret, It feels great,
To efficiently feel fury,
And not have to act like cupid's own saint.
The limits you have pushed,
Have pushed you back until you broke,
Turned to fire and smoke,
Words murmured, not spoke,
No longer do I listen,
To the snide snares that choke,
Take some other bloke,
To drown in sorrow, soak.
Don't kiss me or call me,
I don't wanna know,
Set your sights lower,
Because, flowers up they grow,
Vegetables grow the wrong way,
And this is why I sing and say,
I no longer need you,
Following a different root,
If you catch my drift,
I'm perfectly pruned,
Pitch-perfectly tuned,
I won't need you back either later or soon.
The limits you have pushed,
Have pushed you back until you broke,
Turned to fire and smoke,
Words murmured, not spoke,
No longer do I listen,
To the snide snares that choke,
Take some other bloke,
To drown in sorrow, soak.
*Expects one comment off Nin* :P
Monday 23 March 2009
Monday 16 March 2009
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My objective is complete.
I have succesfully broke the heart of a perfectly innocent "friend" for no reason other than pleasure. Should it feel this good? A hunger that has been fed. Now all I have to do is see if he's going to get angry or if he'll sit there pathetically depressed.
I can't wait to murmur the words into his ear tomorrow like the sly devil I am.
"Doesn't love hurt?"
Don't worry, I'll keep you updated. Tony has returned.
You Have Liked Me For My Own Sake (And For Nothing Else)
These eyes aren't what they were,
Gold-dust grows on the warm loving core,
My nature changes like beasts under a full moon,
With a lust for meat, to eat, and soon.
Don't deny your feelings for me,
Are born out of pity and jealousy,
Because I can see the boredom in your cyan eyes,
Head-locked by love and the lies it cries.
Because,
You have liked me for my own sake,
And for nothing else,
Set my feelings, top temperatures, to bake,
It's not good for my health,
About to break,
You have liked me for my own sake,
And for nothing else...
Can you justify falling for my puppy dog eyes?
This is all it is; you can smell my demise,
A hopeless heart, built to break,
I'm going to hell, for heaven's sake.
A touch of truth never hurt anyone,
Too much and this heart has fled; long gone,
But I think it's best we don't pretend,
Your love for me will never be equidistant to the love I send.
Because,
You have liked me for my own sake,
And for nothing else,
Set my feelings, top temperatures, to bake,
It's not good for my health,
About to break,
You have liked me for my own sake,
And for nothing else...
Stop pretending you like the way I look,
A cyanide staple in a upturned book,
A touch and you live to see what was took,
But to bite like a child and you're cremated. Cook.
Because,
You have liked me for my own sake,
And for nothing else,
Set my feelings, top temperatures, to bake,
It's not good for my health,
About to break,
You have liked me for my own sake,
And for nothing else...
I have succesfully broke the heart of a perfectly innocent "friend" for no reason other than pleasure. Should it feel this good? A hunger that has been fed. Now all I have to do is see if he's going to get angry or if he'll sit there pathetically depressed.
I can't wait to murmur the words into his ear tomorrow like the sly devil I am.
"Doesn't love hurt?"
Don't worry, I'll keep you updated. Tony has returned.
You Have Liked Me For My Own Sake (And For Nothing Else)
These eyes aren't what they were,
Gold-dust grows on the warm loving core,
My nature changes like beasts under a full moon,
With a lust for meat, to eat, and soon.
Don't deny your feelings for me,
Are born out of pity and jealousy,
Because I can see the boredom in your cyan eyes,
Head-locked by love and the lies it cries.
Because,
You have liked me for my own sake,
And for nothing else,
Set my feelings, top temperatures, to bake,
It's not good for my health,
About to break,
You have liked me for my own sake,
And for nothing else...
Can you justify falling for my puppy dog eyes?
This is all it is; you can smell my demise,
A hopeless heart, built to break,
I'm going to hell, for heaven's sake.
A touch of truth never hurt anyone,
Too much and this heart has fled; long gone,
But I think it's best we don't pretend,
Your love for me will never be equidistant to the love I send.
Because,
You have liked me for my own sake,
And for nothing else,
Set my feelings, top temperatures, to bake,
It's not good for my health,
About to break,
You have liked me for my own sake,
And for nothing else...
Stop pretending you like the way I look,
A cyanide staple in a upturned book,
A touch and you live to see what was took,
But to bite like a child and you're cremated. Cook.
Because,
You have liked me for my own sake,
And for nothing else,
Set my feelings, top temperatures, to bake,
It's not good for my health,
About to break,
You have liked me for my own sake,
And for nothing else...
Saturday 14 March 2009
I am insane.
I know it.
I'm sure there's at least a miniscule amount of mantal disability there.
This can get dangerous.
Very dangerous with a good level of intelligence.
Like me.
Right now I have plans, I have power. Immense power. I feel gleefully sour. My intentions are to bring two people together, as close as I possibly can, before stealing it away from them. I suggest you leave now if you're too insecure to hear me brag, because my thoughts are grim and I will to lose no friends due to a slight manic snag.
Mr. A. and Miss B. Let's call them that shall we? Well, what my intentions are, Is for them to be brought together. He likes her and she sort of likes him back, But where's the fun in allowing that? Online is the best time to strike, Or flirt and the suchlike. Like a sun you can look, But to touch is to cook. I am immune to love now, To turn the world around, To see reality as it should be, Love isn't real, it never could be, Yet it's always there, alowing metaphors to compare. Well here's a comparison for you; like the earlier described sun you see is true, but you can't touch it, Like love, you get to close and you turn to shit. So I'll let A and B get close enough to touch, Before Master C comes in to cuff, This love away. I've had my pain, yours is in the mail, Prepare to be mocked as you did me, I'll watch you smiling. Every day you get more frail.
Like a line the two sides should never meet, Straight lines remain incomplete.
Denying Reality
Let me sing a song,
Suggesting that superior seams need stitching,
Suggesting that superstition is missing,
Key components in this creative clone,
Reality built around us, to make us feel alone.
I am a dream,
A compact cluster,
Alone with hope,
This hatred must muster,
The world, created and kissed,
Kicked out the door. Instinct,
So beyond be it me,
To suggest reality doesn't exist.
I am allowed,
A glimmer of hope, contrasting with what I know,
Because what comes up must come down so,
Why is it a well known fact that someone cooked up,
Knowing full well that what goes down doesn't always come up.
I am a dream,
A compact cluster,
Alone with hope,
This hatred must muster,
The world, created and kissed,
Kicked out the door. Instinct,
So beyond be it me,
To suggest reality doesn't exist.
King of my own world,
My harbour, actually made of pearls,
Like speckled dreams I see,
That my reality belongs to me.
I am a dream,
A compact cluster,
Alone with hope,
This hatred must muster,
The world, created and kissed,
Kicked out the door. Instinct,
So beyond be it me,
To suggest reality doesn't exist.
I'm sure there's at least a miniscule amount of mantal disability there.
This can get dangerous.
Very dangerous with a good level of intelligence.
Like me.
Right now I have plans, I have power. Immense power. I feel gleefully sour. My intentions are to bring two people together, as close as I possibly can, before stealing it away from them. I suggest you leave now if you're too insecure to hear me brag, because my thoughts are grim and I will to lose no friends due to a slight manic snag.
Mr. A. and Miss B. Let's call them that shall we? Well, what my intentions are, Is for them to be brought together. He likes her and she sort of likes him back, But where's the fun in allowing that? Online is the best time to strike, Or flirt and the suchlike. Like a sun you can look, But to touch is to cook. I am immune to love now, To turn the world around, To see reality as it should be, Love isn't real, it never could be, Yet it's always there, alowing metaphors to compare. Well here's a comparison for you; like the earlier described sun you see is true, but you can't touch it, Like love, you get to close and you turn to shit. So I'll let A and B get close enough to touch, Before Master C comes in to cuff, This love away. I've had my pain, yours is in the mail, Prepare to be mocked as you did me, I'll watch you smiling. Every day you get more frail.
Like a line the two sides should never meet, Straight lines remain incomplete.
Denying Reality
Let me sing a song,
Suggesting that superior seams need stitching,
Suggesting that superstition is missing,
Key components in this creative clone,
Reality built around us, to make us feel alone.
I am a dream,
A compact cluster,
Alone with hope,
This hatred must muster,
The world, created and kissed,
Kicked out the door. Instinct,
So beyond be it me,
To suggest reality doesn't exist.
I am allowed,
A glimmer of hope, contrasting with what I know,
Because what comes up must come down so,
Why is it a well known fact that someone cooked up,
Knowing full well that what goes down doesn't always come up.
I am a dream,
A compact cluster,
Alone with hope,
This hatred must muster,
The world, created and kissed,
Kicked out the door. Instinct,
So beyond be it me,
To suggest reality doesn't exist.
King of my own world,
My harbour, actually made of pearls,
Like speckled dreams I see,
That my reality belongs to me.
I am a dream,
A compact cluster,
Alone with hope,
This hatred must muster,
The world, created and kissed,
Kicked out the door. Instinct,
So beyond be it me,
To suggest reality doesn't exist.
Sunday 8 March 2009
Okay, So it's been... forever?
Certainly a while, but life is boring, so yeah... Nothing to write. Though oddly, when I'm bored, one of the things I like to do is write. I wrote an entire albums worth of songs on the day that my gran had a stroke. She's okay now, so no worrying. :P It's just something to take my mind off of stuff. Here's the first one of them.
Save Us From Thinking
Am I a puppet master,
Setting up the strings?
Playboy marionette,
With a mind that does not swing,
Watch the status quo,
Continue like these glamour lights do,
Non-medicinal medication,
Is enough to save us from thinking.
Just consumed,
The music, The fame, The rock and roll,
Just stood, fused,
Mind dead ahead,
Refusing to stroll,
Just consumed,
The thrill, The glamour, The singing,
Just stood, fused,
It's about enough,
To save us from thinking.
Are you the one,
I am supposed to love?
Because when my head,
Is set centre-stage above,
I feel secure, perfection,
My heads not swinging,
I'm not allowed to fall out of line,
Because that would mean I'd be thinking.
Just consumed,
The music, The fame, The rock and roll,
Just stood, fused,
Mind dead ahead,
Refusing to stroll,
Just consumed,
The thrill, The glamour, The singing,
Just stood, fused,
It's about enough,
To save us from thinking.
Save us,
Oh save us,
Save us,
Oh save us from thinking.
Just consumed,
The music, The fame, The rock and roll,
Just stood, fused,
Mind dead ahead,
Refusing to stroll,
Just consumed,
The thrill, The glamour, The singing,
Just stood, fused,
It's about enough,
To save us from thinking.
Save Us From Thinking
Am I a puppet master,
Setting up the strings?
Playboy marionette,
With a mind that does not swing,
Watch the status quo,
Continue like these glamour lights do,
Non-medicinal medication,
Is enough to save us from thinking.
Just consumed,
The music, The fame, The rock and roll,
Just stood, fused,
Mind dead ahead,
Refusing to stroll,
Just consumed,
The thrill, The glamour, The singing,
Just stood, fused,
It's about enough,
To save us from thinking.
Are you the one,
I am supposed to love?
Because when my head,
Is set centre-stage above,
I feel secure, perfection,
My heads not swinging,
I'm not allowed to fall out of line,
Because that would mean I'd be thinking.
Just consumed,
The music, The fame, The rock and roll,
Just stood, fused,
Mind dead ahead,
Refusing to stroll,
Just consumed,
The thrill, The glamour, The singing,
Just stood, fused,
It's about enough,
To save us from thinking.
Save us,
Oh save us,
Save us,
Oh save us from thinking.
Just consumed,
The music, The fame, The rock and roll,
Just stood, fused,
Mind dead ahead,
Refusing to stroll,
Just consumed,
The thrill, The glamour, The singing,
Just stood, fused,
It's about enough,
To save us from thinking.
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