muse.

I am loving this guys artwork.

http://iainmacarthur.carbonmade.com/

loving.

playlist.

[George]
Old man sits at his desk
One year from retirement,
And he's up for review
Not quite sure what to do
Each passing year
The workload grows

[Dallas]
I'm always wishing, I'm always wishing too late
For things to come my way
It always ends up the same
(Count your blessings)
I must be missing, I must be missing the point
Your signal fades away and all I'm left with is noise
(Count your blessings on one hand)

So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight
There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life

[George]
Poor little tin man still swinging his axe,
Even though his joints are clogged with rust

[Wade]
My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away
Safe in monotony, (so safe), day after day
(Count your blessings)
My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away
Cold wind blows off the lake, and I know for sure that it's too late
(Count your blessings on one hand)

[Dallas]
So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight
There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life

[George]
Can't help but feel betrayed, punch the clock every single day
There's no loyalty and no remorse
Youth sold for a pension cheque
And it makes him fucking sick
He's heating up, he can't say no

(Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh)[x4]

[Dallas]
So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight,
There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life.
(So wait up)
So wait up I'm not sleeping alone again tonight
Between the light and shallow waves is where I'm going to die
Wait up for me
Wait up for me
Wait up for me

The boiling frog story is a widespread anecdote describing a frog slowly being boiled alive. The premise is that if a frog is placed in boiling water, it will jump out, but if it is placed in cold water that is slowly heated, it will not perceive the danger and will be cooked to death. The story is often used as a metaphor for the inability of people to react to significant changes that occur gradually; with the upshot being that people should make themselves aware of gradual change lest they suffer eventual undesirable consequences. This may be in support of a slippery slope argument. It is also used to illustrate the idea that change needs to be gradual to be accepted.

pearly whites.

the best dessert.  ever.

pearly whites.

I buy my own flowers.

But my boy provides me with so much more.

a bit jelly.

playlist.

Make his fight on the hill in the early day
Constant chill deep inside
Shouting gun, on they run through the endless gray
On they fight, for they are right, yes, but who's to say?
For a hill, men would kill. Why? They do not know
Stiffend wounds test their pride
Men of five, still alive through the raging glow
Gone insane from the pain that they surely know

For whom the bell tolls
Time marches on
For whom the bell tolls

Take a look to the sky just before you die
It's the last time you will
Blackened roar, massive roar, fills the crumbling sky
Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry
Stranger now are his eyes to this mystery
He hears the silence so loud
Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be
Now they see what will be, blinded eyes to see

For whom the bell tolls
Time marches on
For whom the bell tolls

also...

I also have a tumblr blog.

That site has so many zombie loving freaks on it.

http://belledahlia.tumblr.com/

so, I took photos at its funeral.

real.

oh, sorry, I missed the message about having to be a stick insect to be deemed:
"acceptable looking"; "beautiful".

here's my real life girly body.

 

 

 

 

pearly whites.

 

yes.

soundwave 2011.

26 hours without sleep.

infections galore.

8 degrees and rain in the dark.

disappointment?

hell no.

had the best time.

pearly whites.

my new home.
september.

playlist.

I refuse to abuse what is kind to the Muse,
But it's there and it's happening to me along the way.
As we go through the snow, we cannot forget our foes,
But the dinner's always waiting at the table 'long the way, yeah.

What you see, not for me, isn't what you planned to be,
But you'll have what you wanted in the end along the way.
And we'll try as we cry and our brothers pass us by,
To be strong through the ages of our tears along the way, yeah.

Now we grow as we show that the morals we must know
Will be shapen and mistaken by the falls along the way.
But forget, don't regret, to find love and happiness
Unless you're willing to be strong when they are gone along the way.
Like Tommy, you are free, and you will not follow me,
Until we see each other once more on the path along the way.

 

playlist.

 "This song is for anyone out there that is lost in life".

 

 

THE TRUTH

 

Lost in a city

That knows my name more then myself

Lost in myself

In a city that knows my name to well

What the fuck am I doing here?

When all I want to know is who I am

Eyes on me from everyone

Believe me

I don’t have the answers your looking for

 

Do you see the truth in me?

Or just what I want you to see?

 

Do you see the truth in me, in me, in me?

 

So what does life mean to me

All the roads I’ve travelled

And now all the places I’ve seen

Nothing, nothing makes sense to me..

 

So what does life mean to me

All the roads I’ve travelled

And now all the places I’ve seen

Nothing, nothing makes sense to me

 

Sometimes we have to get “lost” to really find are selves

 

And I cant put the pieces all together

(we have defined ourselves)

 

I don’t know

What im looking for

I don’t know

What im here for

 

So what does life mean to me

All the roads ive travalled

And now all the places ive seen

Nothing, nothing makes sense to me...

Was losing all my friends.
Was losing them to drinking and to driving.
Was losing all my friends, but I got them back.

I am on the mend.
At least now I can say that I am trying.
And I hope you will forget things I still lack.

Yeah. Yeah.

Is it in you now,
To bear to hear the truth that you have spoken?
Twisted up by knaves,
To make a trap for fools.
[Rudyard Kipling's poem "If"]

Is it in you now,
To watch the things you gave your life to broken?
And stoop and build them up with warn out tools.

Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, yeah. (Oh.)
Yeah.

Nothing gets so bad,
A whisper from your father couldn't fix it.
He whispers like a bridge, it's a river spanned.

Take all that you have,
And turn it into something you would miss if
Somebody threw that brick, shattered all your plans.

Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, yeah. (Oh.)
Yeah.

Time to get the seeds into the cold ground.
It takes a while to grow anything,
Before it's coming to the end, yeah.

Before you put my body in the cold ground,
Take some time to warm it with your hand,
Before it's coming to an end, yeah.

It's coming to an end, yeah.
It's coming to an end, yeah.

Do you miss the blend,
Of colors she left in your black and white field?
Do you feel condemned just being there?

I am not your friend.
I am just a man who knows how to feel.

I am not your friend.
I'm not your lover.
I'm not your family.

Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, yeah. (Oh.)
Yeah.

Time to get the seeds into the cold ground.
It takes a while to grow anything,
Before it's coming to the end, yeah. 

pearly whites.

this.

smiled.
pretty big, too.