Wow, just wow.
Found a post here which makes so much social sense, and politely asks us all to just calm the fuck down.
I really like this person.
Found through
metaquotes of course.
Found a post here which makes so much social sense, and politely asks us all to just calm the fuck down.
I really like this person.
Found through
metaquotes of course.Michael is such a coward. I told him to put his big-boy panties on and stop whinging. Didn't seem to make any difference.
'Waaaa waaa I cut my legs today. Lots of blood.'
'Waaaa waaa I drank three bottles of Jack Daniels today. I am tortured.'
'Waaa waaa I ran for two hours then screamed in a graveyard'
Sheesh. Anyone would think he's the only person in the world to become a parent!
Either face up to your responsibilities or stop whining about it. Big fucking pansy.
Not that I have much sympathy for Rebekah, given how she's gone bat-shit crazy, but it's just painful to see Michael acting like such a wet blanket.
'Waaaa waaa I cut my legs today. Lots of blood.'
'Waaaa waaa I drank three bottles of Jack Daniels today. I am tortured.'
'Waaa waaa I ran for two hours then screamed in a graveyard'
Sheesh. Anyone would think he's the only person in the world to become a parent!
Either face up to your responsibilities or stop whining about it. Big fucking pansy.
Not that I have much sympathy for Rebekah, given how she's gone bat-shit crazy, but it's just painful to see Michael acting like such a wet blanket.
But I did not even feel you slip
how could you have fooled me for so long
sweet poison smile
a snare
like your name
Your Christian name
you false child of god
/with no humility or sense of justice or acceptance/
or child of a false god?
for what loving god would permit his get
to conduct herself in such wanton
whorish ways
and treat with such disdain and lies
the ones she purported to love
but you, her lover
I felt you slip
into your safe, beloved darkness
where your burning god
scalds you with a guilt you should not carry
and by the light of the moon I name you
snare
and your swollen sin
will lead a half-empty beginning
to a lonely, stunted completion
for their union was false
and
incomplete
And I, I shall watch as ever
live and lead
as ever
and whisper your origins to the night
the night that holds your father
as it's lonely, loving child
and narrate the tragic woman-made folly
with less skill than he who penned
the Simon-Summoner
and the Peter-Pardoner
how could you have fooled me for so long
sweet poison smile
a snare
like your name
Your Christian name
you false child of god
/with no humility or sense of justice or acceptance/
or child of a false god?
for what loving god would permit his get
to conduct herself in such wanton
whorish ways
and treat with such disdain and lies
the ones she purported to love
but you, her lover
I felt you slip
into your safe, beloved darkness
where your burning god
scalds you with a guilt you should not carry
and by the light of the moon I name you
snare
and your swollen sin
will lead a half-empty beginning
to a lonely, stunted completion
for their union was false
and
incomplete
And I, I shall watch as ever
live and lead
as ever
and whisper your origins to the night
the night that holds your father
as it's lonely, loving child
and narrate the tragic woman-made folly
with less skill than he who penned
the Simon-Summoner
and the Peter-Pardoner
Love it.
It's haunting (Felix says hauntingly good) and the "see these bones" bit of the chorus gets snagged in my head occasionally, then I get pissed off as I can't remember the rest of it but I feel compelled to sing it.
It's haunting (Felix says hauntingly good) and the "see these bones" bit of the chorus gets snagged in my head occasionally, then I get pissed off as I can't remember the rest of it but I feel compelled to sing it.
You're the lowlife,
I'm the highlife
And I've just been playing in the mud with you
I know that you read me, you sordid, swollen bitch.
I'm the highlife
And I've just been playing in the mud with you
I know that you read me, you sordid, swollen bitch.
Time for more poetry, methinks :)
Someone who claims they want nothing more to do with me, is frequenting my livejournal.
What a juxtaposition.
What a juxtaposition.
And I was angry, today
wanting to be a lesser person
cave to more base morals
For why should I suffer for being so much better?
Because I'm better.
Why should I pay for your mistakes?
heave your weight upon my back and
carry it still whilst you
embrace the destruction of vice
and peurility
And you cannot stand my humanity
you spin your lies less apt than
the arachnid and
I, I am so far out of you
your comprehesion
and you must tarnish me and make me hate
and hurt
and wish I had the courage to bear
the sound of my own pleading
for
you cannot know
the anger
you awake in me
and
all
your
lies
and putresceant simpering
has only served to taint the ones you love
beyond all
and dream you might and plead,
bat lashes and
hide the warp within
you are pine to oak and you will fall
If only you had taken your lessons from me instead of the witch who spawned you
for she lost herself to grief so long ago
wanting to be a lesser person
cave to more base morals
For why should I suffer for being so much better?
Because I'm better.
Why should I pay for your mistakes?
heave your weight upon my back and
carry it still whilst you
embrace the destruction of vice
and peurility
And you cannot stand my humanity
you spin your lies less apt than
the arachnid and
I, I am so far out of you
your comprehesion
and you must tarnish me and make me hate
and hurt
and wish I had the courage to bear
the sound of my own pleading
for
you cannot know
the anger
you awake in me
and
all
your
lies
and putresceant simpering
has only served to taint the ones you love
beyond all
and dream you might and plead,
bat lashes and
hide the warp within
you are pine to oak and you will fall
If only you had taken your lessons from me instead of the witch who spawned you
for she lost herself to grief so long ago
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