Vinhos
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So, on the first take, when our little pile of shrubbery beached on the rocks, and it was time to make a break for it to shore, did we ever. It wasn't far, but all I could think of, much like when you're climbing a ladder, and your mind keeps...
- Fever 103°
Pure? What does it mean? The tongues of hell Are dull, dull as the triple Tongues of dull, fat Cerberus Who wheezes at the gate. Incapable Of licking clean The aguey tendon, the sin, the sin. The tinder cries. The indelible smell Of a snuffed candle!...
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I am sad I feel that the future is hopeless and that things cannot improve I am bored and dissatisfied with everything I am a complete failure as a person I am guilty, I am being punished I would like to kill myself I used to be able to cry but...
- Lou Barlow — Lou Barlow & His Sentridoh
If security gives way / Is there something I could do or say to bring you back / And when you're numb from working / Will you still open up to me / And talk to me / I love talking to you All day I think of things to tell you / And I'd do anything...
- Becket T Ices [a]
«Hand in hand with equal plod they go. In the free hands — no. Free empty hands. Backs turned both bowed with equal plod they go. The child hand raised to reach the holding hand. Hold the old holding hand. Hold and be held. Plod on and never recede....
Vinhos
Acid Under My Nails
Oh, como gostava de ler "The Toilet Diaries" quando era mais miúdo! Pena que tenha desaparecido sem deixar rasto. Hm, onde estará o putobebe daqui a, digamos, dez anos?
I think I always liked the idea of being crazy. Instead of going hard core I took the road never traveled, just took off into the bushes. This has turned into a path which could lead me to an early grave if I continue to think thoughts that destroy me.
I love life. I love me, but sometimes I don't want to.
Get tough they tell me. Tough are my fingers from acid under my nails. Tough are my hands from lifting weights twice a day. Tough is my head from banging it against this journal. Tough! I feel weak, must lie down, forget I exist for awhile.....
I think I always liked the idea of being crazy. Instead of going hard core I took the road never traveled, just took off into the bushes. This has turned into a path which could lead me to an early grave if I continue to think thoughts that destroy me.
I love life. I love me, but sometimes I don't want to.
Get tough they tell me. Tough are my fingers from acid under my nails. Tough are my hands from lifting weights twice a day. Tough is my head from banging it against this journal. Tough! I feel weak, must lie down, forget I exist for awhile.....
Sarah Lolley, 4/2/96
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So, on the first take, when our little pile of shrubbery beached on the rocks, and it was time to make a break for it to shore, did we ever. It wasn't far, but all I could think of, much like when you're climbing a ladder, and your mind keeps...
- Fever 103°
Pure? What does it mean? The tongues of hell Are dull, dull as the triple Tongues of dull, fat Cerberus Who wheezes at the gate. Incapable Of licking clean The aguey tendon, the sin, the sin. The tinder cries. The indelible smell Of a snuffed candle!...
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I am sad I feel that the future is hopeless and that things cannot improve I am bored and dissatisfied with everything I am a complete failure as a person I am guilty, I am being punished I would like to kill myself I used to be able to cry but...
- Lou Barlow — Lou Barlow & His Sentridoh
If security gives way / Is there something I could do or say to bring you back / And when you're numb from working / Will you still open up to me / And talk to me / I love talking to you All day I think of things to tell you / And I'd do anything...
- Becket T Ices [a]
«Hand in hand with equal plod they go. In the free hands — no. Free empty hands. Backs turned both bowed with equal plod they go. The child hand raised to reach the holding hand. Hold the old holding hand. Hold and be held. Plod on and never recede....