You cross boundaries for your art, for the things that touch you.
Sometimes you go too far without knowing it.
Because you’re in it.
Vanilla Sky.
Dreams. The promise. The life.
I feel like a little bunny cartoon character. All wide eyed and jumping around. Vacant and brilliant.
I’m waiting for that bunny to get a bloody bullet in the back of the head.
Drip drip.
Im lovestruck. Bleeding with the love of life and the desire to make the love something real.
Why am I so coldhearted.
Coffee is good when its hot. Order it, taste it once, then let it sit.
My bullet is a cold cup of coffee.
You will never know
The exquisite pain
Of the guy who goes home alone.
Because without bitter, baby
The sweet aint as sweet.
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2 comments:
even in my dreams i realize that i'm an idiot who's about to wake up
so 'carmine' some one did a google search of my name the other day, and your blog popped up with some less than savory information about a certain party at Delach's house.
Needless to say I laughed heartily, but they were not very pleased with the context by which my name was used. Mind changing the explicit reference so it doesn't pop up on google.
Also, give steve your email so I get your sn for OINK. I'd heard you joined and wanted to see your picks.
Cheers,
David
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