Born to lose...gracefully

my home


the best friend


the flower


the memories




the me
he captures

it was the way you looked with your face so wet
swallowed with pain
trails
a bag a beads
pulling hearts strings
for all the wrong reasons
past shows its face in the ugliest of ways my dear
my dear
my dear
oh those redundant useless names that fill up space
catch it swallow it and never say it again.




God, give me an garden full of herbs. amen.

i do not usually do this if i can help it

If you want money in your pocket
and a top hat on your head
a hot meal on your table
and a blanket on your bed
well today is grey skies
tomorrow is tears
you'll have to wait til yesterday is here
Well I'm going to New York City
and I'm leaving on a train
and if you want to stay behind and
wait til I come back again
well today is grey skies
tomorrow is tears
you'll have to wait til yesterday is here
If you want to go
where the rainbows end
you'll have to say goodbye
all our dreams come true
baby up ahead
and it's out where your memories lie
well the road's out before me
and the moon is shining bright
what I want you to remember
as I disappear tonight
today is grey skies
tomorrow's tears
you'll have to wait til yesterday is here

sing sing sing to me in bed oh darling ...oh yes i delight in your voice.

my hands and feet are cold
i got up
i am awake
it is light
you are still in bed
and i feel as if i am going to vomit.

with your indifference
apathy
your lack of passion.
you expect everything
and want to do nothing.
you take this for granted.

to anyone , but my God and my Earth.

hold together my letters.

some of this is from a xanga i deleted .

oh yes the past is full of a ramblin woman . oh yes.


moral relativism
I can barely pronounce that.
give me a shot, a bible verse, a lap dance ,and an amen.
amen...



i just want to start over....
where is the button
oh god...
where is it.



one day i want to live in a giant treehouse
like on swiss family robinson...
ride an elephant
bathe in my waterfall



i will not have a hump in my back
but i will have a cricket in my throat
one that chirps my husband to sleep...
oh our tiny bed full of flowers.





I sit on the street
watch their feet
I dont know where to find him.



like i said
lets live in
a former crack house
we could paint it, trippy colors
and get high
i would pick out the tunes
and right now
i pick galaxies
we would never leave and still be the talk of the town
wasting their time
making us the talk of the town
imagine that...

Lets quit what is expected of us,
lets leave unexpectantly
lets spit in the faces of our peers
and embrace our lovers
i can fit as many as i can in my car
that gets 32 miles to the gallon
we will take bikes
and tents and
the necessities we need to make us happy.

oh we did it , oh yes.



God , meet today,
my day,
only a millisecond for you
i guess.


sometimes im ruthless...
and sometimes you are just to sensitive.


oh the dirty city awaits me
and my guardian angel will follow as he does
trying on my clothes when i am not looking
getting that stale cigarettte smell in my sweaters.

Bob Dylan
Libby Lambert
the psyche ward smells
I am behind
late

thats all...
haha
im bored