Lost Causes and the Ghosts that stray there

throw words around like: frost and death and fire and habit. so much nothing in one place astounds the eye and wounds the heart. just the other day i felt that i had come back, to this place i had remembered (fuzzy as in a dream), to feel the crackle from fires of old friends. i was taken back to the complacent, lack-luster foam of substance, always wanting for something more. it isn't enough to run away. it isn't possible, or a choice, to forget. it's harder still to leave the place and let it die.

"I'd be lying if I said I was completely unscathed."

"More important than money? Who is this?!?"

"Prosthetic synthesis with butterfly, sealed up with virgin stitch, if it hurts baby, please tell me."

Back to your roots........

talk about the metamorphasis like you didn't see it coming. talk to me about the disintigration of our Edenic idealizations with eyes shocked wide. Flash your naivete at me one more time, with your clever smile. we'll go back there and realize the magnitude of what we've underappreciated and go on with heads turned low, only a book to remind us of the yester-times. and the world will roll on, just like that, unawares, and we'll fall away or stand, swords in hand. and i know how much you love the blade.

"take your hatred out on me, make your victim my head.."

"he loved her as a girl, she dreamed him as a boy.."

"and I forgot to tell you I love you...."

From out of the woodwork, and way out west...

sure of very little, and wandering. following the stars, and just any light that blinks its distant promise, is no longer enough. we have come to this place, this far, taken these steps, and we've arrived here. at this place. i am all that i will ever be, and i am more, so much so, and will continue on and on, through the spaces i can't feel. i am not in limbo, utero. obliterate the slip-side down from far behind. we will stand, and swim beyond, to shore. the glitter is gone. there is only this. in this skin.


"She's an extreme ruthless character, and yet I loved her."

"It's a great big white world, and we are drained of our colour."

"And my priest says, "you ain't savin' no souls.", my father says, "you ain't makin' any money.", my doctor said, "you just took it to the limit." And here I stand, with this sword in my hand. You can say it one more time, what you don't like. Let me hear it one more time, then just have a seat while I take to the sky."

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Love Angel Music Baby

the riddle of demons. don't talk to you much. looks a lot like the winters of your past. hate being those flowers that the frost takes down with such force, the field becomes a monstrosity. don't think on this. only remember summer and the queen bee. let her divorce the winter of your year.

"remember Harbour Blvd./ the dreaming days where the mess was made/ look how all the kids have grown/ we have changed but we're still the same/ after all that we have been through/ I know we're cool"

"My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet, I have no one to meet, and the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming"

"Come on in, I've got to tell you what a state I'm in, I've got to tell you in my loudest tones, that I started looking for a warning sign."