Autumnal BluesIf autumn is an apocalypse, than falling leaves are burning embers and the harbingers of the cold seasonAutumnal Blues
And if the year is a road, than fall is the /caution/ /yield/ /stop/
signs up ahead. And on the radio is Elliot Smith, singing with his lips of desolation and sadness, and my tires are bad, terrible. They won’t make it through winter. One of those cool breezes couldjust-- knock me clean off the road
It is the sirens of The Odyssey, Luring you in with the seductive sound of the wind through the trees, and the reds, yellows, on the g
Graved“It’s such a pity,” they said upon hearing the news “Why, yes, pitiful indeed,” and “My, my, how terrible.” With bowed heads and murmured expressions of sorrowGraved
The rain made for fine company that day as Mother Rosemary’s thoughts pondered on what should be on her grocery list
and Suzie about tomorrow’s plans. While memorized reconciliations escaped their lips
“such a pity, he was so young,” And “pitiful indeed” A broken record of remembrance
They talked about the weather They talked abo
sq. r. + r.square roots and radicals picking at my weaknesses in the early morn under flourescent lights that expose the stringysq. r. + r.
sinews of my squeaking gears and rusting focus tiny annoyances magnified by the square roots and radicals
Confessions of a PessimistI wake up to burnt toast bitter coffee and sour juice and, oh, that disgusting knot at the bottom of my stomach, it refuses to budge.Confessions of a Pessimist
Some people wear those, you know, those rose-tinted glasses but I have these aviator shades
that cast a shadow over my face and turn things a little darker. The outside of them shows reflections, it has them down to a science! (God forbid someone see in)
Yeah, well, I'm trying to evolve, but time seems to draaaggg the fuck onnnn... like some dirty torture chamber
(which smells something like my
SharpeningI've discovered today that I don't know how to answer the telephone anymore.Sharpening
My voice must not be in shape. (Fatty!)
So, My thoughts are like stumbling little peasants Searching for someone to unload upon
Scuttering, Skittering through these little, suffocated Streets
I can not find him at any corner of ANY rat-infested-little-dust-road.
Wolfeh O_O?!
'Tis Scampeh! Does you remember?
any way...
YOU BEEN TAGGED! check my journal for the details.
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Double the fun!
Thanks for the compliment, though, and sorry for the ramble
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Double the fun!
p.s. your art is really nice too. ^_^
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katie<3
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~Anya~
Curiosity killed the cat
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