Saturday, February 27, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
chelsea smile - bring me the horizon
I've got a secret.
It's on the tip of my tongue, it's on the back of my lungs.
And I'm gonna keep it.
I know something you don't know.
It sits in silence, eats away at me.
It feeds like cancer. This guilt could fill a fucking sea.
Pulling teeth, wolves at my door.
Now falling and failing is all I know.
This disease is getting worse.
I counted my blessings, now I'll count this curse.
The only thing I really know: I can't sleep at night.
I'm buried and breathing in regret.
The only thing I really know: I can't sleep at night.
I'm buried and breathing in regret.
I've got a secret.
It's on the tip of my tongue, it's on the back of my lungs.
And I'm gonna keep it.
I know something you don't know.
I've got a secret.
It's on the tip of my tongue, it's on the back of my lungs.
And I'm gonna keep it.
I know something you don't know.
I may look happy, but honestly dear,
the only way I'll really smile is if you cut me ear to ear.
I see the vultures, they watch me bleed.
They lick their lips, as all the shame spills out of me.
Repent! Repent! The end is nigh!
Repent! Repent! We're all gonna die!
Repent! Repent! These secrets will kill us!
So get on your knees, and pray for...
Repent! Repent! The end is nigh!
Repent! Repent! We're all gonna die!
Repent! Repent! These secrets will kill us!
So get on your knees, and pray for forgiveness!
We all carry these things inside that no one else can see.
They hold us down like anchors. They drown us out at sea.
I look up to the sky, there may be nothing there to see.
But if I don't believe in him, why would he believe in me?
Why would he believe in me?
Why would he believe in me?
Why would he believe in me?
Why would he believe in me?
I've got a secret.
It's on the tip of my tongue,
it's on the back of my lungs.
And I'm gonna keep it.
I know something you don't know.
I've got a secret.
It's on the tip of my tongue,
it's on the back of my lungs.
And I'm gonna keep it.
I know something you will never know.
You will never know.
I know something you don't know
It's on the tip of my tongue, it's on the back of my lungs.
And I'm gonna keep it.
I know something you don't know.
It sits in silence, eats away at me.
It feeds like cancer. This guilt could fill a fucking sea.
Pulling teeth, wolves at my door.
Now falling and failing is all I know.
This disease is getting worse.
I counted my blessings, now I'll count this curse.
The only thing I really know: I can't sleep at night.
I'm buried and breathing in regret.
The only thing I really know: I can't sleep at night.
I'm buried and breathing in regret.
I've got a secret.
It's on the tip of my tongue, it's on the back of my lungs.
And I'm gonna keep it.
I know something you don't know.
I've got a secret.
It's on the tip of my tongue, it's on the back of my lungs.
And I'm gonna keep it.
I know something you don't know.
I may look happy, but honestly dear,
the only way I'll really smile is if you cut me ear to ear.
I see the vultures, they watch me bleed.
They lick their lips, as all the shame spills out of me.
Repent! Repent! The end is nigh!
Repent! Repent! We're all gonna die!
Repent! Repent! These secrets will kill us!
So get on your knees, and pray for...
Repent! Repent! The end is nigh!
Repent! Repent! We're all gonna die!
Repent! Repent! These secrets will kill us!
So get on your knees, and pray for forgiveness!
We all carry these things inside that no one else can see.
They hold us down like anchors. They drown us out at sea.
I look up to the sky, there may be nothing there to see.
But if I don't believe in him, why would he believe in me?
Why would he believe in me?
Why would he believe in me?
Why would he believe in me?
Why would he believe in me?
I've got a secret.
It's on the tip of my tongue,
it's on the back of my lungs.
And I'm gonna keep it.
I know something you don't know.
I've got a secret.
It's on the tip of my tongue,
it's on the back of my lungs.
And I'm gonna keep it.
I know something you will never know.
You will never know.
I know something you don't know
Thursday, February 25, 2010
swim against the stream
"Better find some niche or crevice in this mountain of stone which religions ages have quaried and carved, wherein to bestow yourself, than attempt anything ridculously and dangerously above your strength, like removing it."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Zines
I want to, i think i should, i think i shall - ! - start making zines :P yayer.
I'm post-poning writing my book, seems too epic at the moment.
Plus i reckon zines could be fun.
They're my style of writing and art.
nerds write zines so of course i fit the niche perfectly baha
And a person always needs some fun in their life :D
Ralph Waldo Emerson
The church at this moment is much to be pitied. She has nothing left but possession. Ifa Bisop meets an intelligent gentleman,and reads fatal interrogations inhis eyes, he has no resource but to take wine with him. False positon introduces cant, perjury, simony, and ever a lower class of mind into the clergy; and when the heirarchy is afraid of science and education, afraid of piety, afraid of tradition, and afraid of theology, there is nothig left but to quit a church which is no longer one.
so where dwells the religion?
Tell me first where dwells electricity, or motion, or thought, or gesure.
They do not dwell or stayat all.
Electricity cannot be made fast, mortared up and ended, like London monument, or the Tower, so that you shall know where to find it, and keep it fixed, as the english do with their things, for evermore; it is passing, glancing, gesticular; it is a traveller, a newness, a surprise, a secret, which perplexes them, and puts them out.
Yet, if religion be the doing of all good, and for its sake the suffering of all evil, than that divine secret existed in the days of Alfred to those of Romilly, of Clarkson, and of Florence Nightingale, and in thousands who have no fame.
so where dwells the religion?
Tell me first where dwells electricity, or motion, or thought, or gesure.
They do not dwell or stayat all.
Electricity cannot be made fast, mortared up and ended, like London monument, or the Tower, so that you shall know where to find it, and keep it fixed, as the english do with their things, for evermore; it is passing, glancing, gesticular; it is a traveller, a newness, a surprise, a secret, which perplexes them, and puts them out.
Yet, if religion be the doing of all good, and for its sake the suffering of all evil, than that divine secret existed in the days of Alfred to those of Romilly, of Clarkson, and of Florence Nightingale, and in thousands who have no fame.
wake up...
where the wild things are version.
officially my suicide song.
it reminds me of the hospital,
reminds me of that night,
the pills,
the feelings..
those dark moments and feelings
all of it.
so dark...ugh.
am i awake yet?
officially my suicide song.
it reminds me of the hospital,
reminds me of that night,
the pills,
the feelings..
those dark moments and feelings
all of it.
so dark...ugh.
am i awake yet?
Monday, February 22, 2010
Dad,
why do you just sit back and do nothing when you know it's getting beyond ridiculous?
I know it's her choice and up to her to actually do something so there's apparently nothing we can do. we've done intervention, confrontation and rehab.
But seriously, why don't you just have some balls and speak up already.
dont let her do this right in front of you.
tell her, something.
just, do something.
its friggin embarrassing and we're all sick of it
makes us all just angry and frustrated and tired of her shit.
we're all family and love her
but there comes a line at some point
and she's crossed it.
something's gotta give.
why do you just sit back and do nothing when you know it's getting beyond ridiculous?
I know it's her choice and up to her to actually do something so there's apparently nothing we can do. we've done intervention, confrontation and rehab.
But seriously, why don't you just have some balls and speak up already.
dont let her do this right in front of you.
tell her, something.
just, do something.
its friggin embarrassing and we're all sick of it
makes us all just angry and frustrated and tired of her shit.
we're all family and love her
but there comes a line at some point
and she's crossed it.
something's gotta give.
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