ancient anxiety

older than time, older than lies...

hopeless undevotion

i wish that when he says he wants me, needs me, that hed stick it out

im sick of waiting all these hours, trying not to live to love anything anywhere anyone else when i have him in the realms of possibility...

illusion vs delusion

spin me faster, like a kaleidoscope

(all ive got is the floor)

menage a trois

when he say hey, how should she play?

what should she do when hes ending her blue?

rest peacefully

seduced through the art of suicide...

wake up and find your way back to ESP, Cerpian Taxt.

luminesce

let it ebb let it fade let it sink as i crawl;

in the dark, by your side, i cant possibly fall.

strand

it is human to want to leave everything...

cellophane

so see through your insides are out. transparent.

we see through your deceptions and bribes.

suicide blonde

she swept them away with all her tricks

just eyes and smile; teeth and lips.

lamentation

immersed in loves encounter, the heavens merge with hell...

my arms release my body, your arms held what i held.

finally i know youll take me, finally i know you fell

i climb into your body, climb into my own cell

dont turn the lights on, dont turn the lights on.

what i need to do

so here it is, here it goes; i could try it rock'n'roll.

a change-your-life-forever-tune...if a song could get me you

blue wind gets so grey

waiting for this day to end. waiting for whats next, the next weekend, week, year. (always) hopeful, looking up. prepared for the good and the bad. standing on edge, ready to jump.

daze flown by over fading winds

that stage between wanting and happening

where, try as you might, it all seems so close, yet so far

when he is just staring eyes, insatiable lips and this shine of light upon you, around you, this deep cocoon that will always protect you...

all things wanting to be screamed

words and phrases, cryptic mazes

warnings and fears to stop all your tears

hope and despair. desperate desire for him to care...

that is the question

you have a choice. live or die.

every breath is a choice. every minute is a choice.

to be or not to be.

impulse

im waiting for the moment that screams i want you i need you;

touch me, love me, kiss me, (dont) desert me.

hopelessly unromantic

"you blew through me like bullet holes, left stains on my sheets and stains on my soul"

litora, multum ille et terris iactatus et alto

all thats known, is history and science

torn apart by all of our violence

time to look up

touch the sky and taste the stars;

we wont fall, we were just ideas.

the word of your body

im gonna be wounded im gonna be your wound

im gonna bruise you youre gonna be my bruise

awakening

they talk aimlessly. money is their idol.

and nothings okay unless its scripted in their bible

swimless floating

laughable

how long will this take? how much can i go through? my heart, my soul aches... i dont know what to do.

tears & tumult

ill never be good enough...

they keep living

i didnt know what to wear to your funeral

(i didnt have the strength to go)

strangers talk

you can blind me with your foxy lips

restless attempts

wake up to daydreams and late fees

sleep and find nothing.

sugar coated sin

nothings just okay nothings not right nothings fading its just tinted light

painless pause

all they cared about was, sex and violence

then, a heavy bassline was my kind of silence...

fierce

with claws poised at the ready for the night ahead

curl up and dye

wake up to a brand new shade.

what i want is what i need

Dragon Needed

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Date: 2010-02-03, 4:58PM EST
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I am looking for a mid-sized dragon to include in a photo shoot. I prefer either the Naga, Hydra, or Firedrake variety, not weighing more than a thousand pounds.

Live or stuffed, though preferably stuffed for purposes of safety and cost (NOTE: a trainer cannot be included in the budget of the shoot). I am also looking for dragon eggs, and will guarantee these returned in perfect condition, as I respect that they are fragile and easily broken.

Please also email pictures of the dragons. I am happy to accommodate the financial requests of the dragon owner, though my budget is modest.

Thanks.

pulse

the scent of your skin lingers...

alice & the woolf

weve served all these centuries as looking glasses... reflecting their figures at twice their natural size

sands of time

falling slowly.

diamonds to dust, hopes to ash

doctor doctor

im just an idea.

body

im not in control so let me go

do you ever

...wish that you could hum and spin so fast you could take back time? take back the noise and the sounds and the words?

but it was you i was thinking of

where are you now?

as im swimming through the stereo im writing you a symphony of sound... where are you now?

salvador

the great twin leitmotifs of the twentieth century - sex and paranoia - preside over us all our lives.

eros

even in darkness your lips taste of sunshine