Sitting here like uninvited company
Wallowing in my own obscenities
I share a cigarette with negativity
Sitting here like wet ashes with X's in my eyes
And drawing flies

Bathed in perspiration drowned my enemies
Used my inspiration for a guillotine
I fire a loaded mental cannon to the page
Leaning on the pedestal that holds my self denial
Firing the pistol that shoots my holy pride
Sitting here like wet ashes with X's in my eyes
And drawing flies

Hey what you yellin' about
Conditions, permission, mirrored self-affliction
Hey what you yellin' about
Sadists' co-addiction, perfect analogies
Hey what you yellin' about
Conditions, permission, mirrored self-affliction

Leaning on the pedestal that holds my self denial
Firing the pistol that shoots my holy pride
Sitting here like wet ashes with X's in my eyes
And drawing flies

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It's curious that the most profound statements are usually the simplest said. It's as if excess words and phrasing take away the ambiguity of statements...When left in simplest terms the full array of meaning is then available to the reader. I very much admire writers that are aware of this happening, and make use of it. They recognize that words carry meaning, and that when properly phrased, the final product is limitless in its cathartic measure. I read Slauterhouse Five just so recently, and it has become an instant favorite of mine. I will leave you with a quote that stayed with me throughout the novel, up to it's poignant and inter-related conclusion:
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        [This book] is so short and jumbled and jangled, Sam, because there is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre. Everybody is supposed to be dead, to never say anything or want anything ever again. Everything is supposed to be very quiet after a massacre, and it always is, except for the birds.
       And what do the birds say? All there is to say about a massacre, things like "Poo-tee-weet?"        

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Yup...

"Dollskin"   -Toadies

In the middle of a house, in the middle of nowhere
Bodies glide from room to room
I hate these walls
They speak to me
Hey skin like a doll
You're no friend of the family

Catch that light
It falls in suble patterns
It crawls in and tells them when their time is up
And when it's over
He takes her hand, and he kisses her cheek
She's a doll, oh yeah she's his spitting image
Where have you gone
You're still a part of me
Hey skin like a doll
You're no friend of the family

Catch that light
It falls in suble patterns
It crawls in and tells them when their time is up
And now it's over
Where have you gone
You're still a part of me
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My skin feels terribly thick. Impenetrable and imprisoning. It suffocates when all I want to do is scream...

"See how I rend me."

I think I still hold onto the hope of being a unique and beautiful snowflake. Definitely not an advantageous move on my part.
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I hope it's warm out tonight...gonna go someplace quiet and dark, and smoke me a cigar.

February Stars
   Foo Fighters
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I'm hanging on
here until I'm gone
I'm right where I belong
just hanging on
even though I watched you come and go
how was I to know
you'd steal the show?

one day I'll have enough to gamble
I'll wait to hear your final call
and bet it all
I'm hanging on
here until I'm gone
right where I belong
just hanging on

even though I pass this time alone
somewhere so unknown
it heals the soul
you ask for walls
I'll build them higher
we'll lie in the shadows of them all
I'd stand but they're much too tall
and I fall

february stars
floating in the dark
temporary scars
february stars
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It certainly isn't February, but it's still a damn awesome song.

Goodnight everybody.