ForEverAfter
Ex-Bluelighter
- Joined
- Jan 16, 2012
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one must fail a thousand times in order to succeed
one must not be ashamed
one must not be ashamed
Todd Solondz is either a genius or a pervert
his films are too confronting for cinema audiences
shock value is more than just shock
Edgar Allan Poe was a no show at his funeral
the black cat and the raven couldn't save him
from ghostlessness
Elvis Costello is well known because of his name
there's no such thing as co-incidence
(accidents don't happen)
Stephen King only wins when he plays blackjack
poker face novelists are a rare breed
Martin Scorcese is over-rated
if someone refers to the continuous shot in Goodfellas again
I'm going to stab them in the anus with a butterfly knife
I don't know who Bruce Valanche is
but I still laugh when people confuse
Eric Cartman for him
Bart Simpson is as dead as the three stooges
Vincent Van Gogh is only beautiful
because everyone else is ugly
John Lennon's death resulted in millions of tears
9/11 is the greatest tragedy we've ever endured
we over-value caucasians
we over-value celebrities
we over-value caucasian celebrities
gods of rock and roll
stars of the silver screen
crash test scholars pinned to our walls
They don't care about us
Todd Solondz is either a genius or a pervert
his films are too confronting for cinema audiences
shock value is more than just shock
Edgar Allan Poe was a no show at his funeral
the black cat and the raven couldn't save him
from ghostlessness
Elvis Costello is well known because of his name
there's no such thing as co-incidence
(accidents don't happen)
Stephen King only wins when he plays blackjack
poker face novelists are a rare breed
Martin Scorcese is over-rated
if someone refers to the continuous shot in Goodfellas again
I'm going to stab them in the anus with a butterfly knife
I don't know who Bruce Valanche is
but I still laugh when people confuse
Eric Cartman for him
Bart Simpson is as dead as the three stooges
Vincent Van Gogh is only beautiful
because everyone else is ugly
John Lennon's death resulted in millions of tears
9/11 is the greatest tragedy we've ever endured
we over-value caucasians
we over-value celebrities
we over-value caucasian celebrities
gods of rock and roll
stars of the silver screen
crash test scholars pinned to our walls
They don't care about us
the music was playing in his home as he took a swig from a cheap bottle of white wine enraged with his lover
she sat by lamp light in a silk nightgown, reading a book upright in bed with the television flickering in the background
“why do you feel this way?”
“i cannot change my reaction. i don’t want to feel unimportant to you and right now i do.”
“you are the only woman i have ever truly loved; how could that possibly make you feel unimportant?”
‘i am selfish. i am sorry. i wanted you all to myself today. i needed to feel your love”
“you have me now and forever; is that not enough?”
“it should be; youre right. and im sorry that i feel this way.”
he storms from room to room unable to control his anger. why is she incapable of seeing how much i love her? are my words not enough? are the things i do; not enough?
she places her book down and stares at the wall, her head spinning with frustration at his inability to understand her state of emotion.
he reaches for the foil strip of pills placed precariously on his desk in preparation for consumption, determined to dull his anger and take revenge.
she rolls over, pulls the blankets over her shoulder and weeps.
he dances with the devil, as warm and gentle waves rush over his body.
she sheds a tear; wondering why communication is simply not enough to ease both of their pain.
he stumbles toward the empty bed and falls into a warm and belligerent coma.
she closes her reddened eyes; rolls over; and sleeps.
there is no pain in sleep. only peace.
unified they rest.
no more dancing with the devil. no more harsh accusations and damning words.
they open their eyes; theyre hearts are breaking.
“how can i tell them; that while i love them nothing else matters?”
silence.
like a dagger through the heart, like acid burning away at ones soul, a nagging pain; like never before.
silence.
the ability to process your feelings and determine the importance of issues above matters of the heart.
eventually the silence is broken.
she turns to him;
“i miss you”
“i miss you too”
that is simply enough.
the music was playing in his home as he took a swig from a cheap bottle of white wine enraged with his lover
she sat by lamp light in a silk nightgown, reading a book upright in bed with the television flickering in the background
“why do you feel this way?”
“i cannot change my reaction. i don’t want to feel unimpor....
...kytnism...
Ash said:In an avenue of misery, Apples now taste sour,
pk said:picking up stones, squeezing for blood only to die with a dry throat and a heavy head
Grunge said:a man with a shopping cart silhouette packing pop cans into grocery bags
Ash (remix) said:You're like a genie,
granting me chances
that I do not deserve...
I remain awestruck
by just how much
you care...
So,
you say
it can never be...
...as loud
as it once
was...