gold-painted lemons

Please put your shoes on and step into that warm weather.
Go get yourself a more better forever.
Gotta put it down, you gotta leave it,
And don’t ever come back again; You gotta mean it.
Just tear it all apart and build new,
Cause’ if you don’t kill him he’s gonna kill you.
You can’t hold hands when they make fists,
And I ain’t the first to say this but,

Let me be the last to say, please don’t stay.
Let me be the last to say, you won’t be okay.
Let me be the last to say, please don’t stay.

-Slug


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take me as a hostage

I’m not big into drinking, especially when it comes to solving problems.

but dang, the  lyrics to Pour Me Another are genius.

 Odd how it’s possible to see getting trashed as an act of defiance.. an act of empowerment.
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Drink it all away, numb it down to none
Stay awake tonight and wait for the sun
You say you hate your life, you ain’t the only one
Let your frustration out the gate and watch the pony run
One double, for the hunger and the struggle
Two for the fool trying to pull apart the puzzle
Three now I smile while I wait for your rebuttle
By the fourth shot, I’m just another child in a bubble
Trying to play with the passion and the placement
Just to see what these people let him get away with
Still trying to climb a mountain for you
Hammer in my hand, still pounding on a screw
She don’t listen so he don’t speak no more
Nobody’s winning ’cause neither is keeping score
Don’t wanna think no more, just let me drink some more
Pour me another, cause I can still see the floor

Pour me Another

esn’t matter what you call it

All she wanted was a little bit of solid
Feels like love, it doesn’t matter what you call it
Heal those cuts or hide em underneath the polish
Break another promise and take me as a hostage (take me)
Hold your job down and let the zombies crowd around
Thankin’ mommy’s god that it’s a cop’s town
Keep it safe for me while I chase a fantasy
Swerving through the galaxy, searching for a family
Happily surrounded by planets and stars
She was stuck uptown, you was landing on Mars

-Slug

once every 2 years or so I feel the need to get TRASHED as @#%*. And I don’t.

just know that I really feel like not being sober. Even if it’s just for the effect, as if I’m a character from a book or movie who is trying to drown something emotional.

I won’t.

any way you know it

“I don’t wanna know, leave me in the dark
If I can’t hold it then I can’t tear it apart
And it seems if, everything I touch comes to pieces
I toast to another head rush for when hell freezes
Increase the dosage, take me there
Make me numb, I don’t wanna care
Turn your back, move towards the sunset
Forget about the past, the drama, the unrest
I resent what inspires me
The struggle between apathy and irony
Tryin’ to see, and it’s driving me to that place
Where every face gets erased
You don’t exist, it’s just me and this fist
That I use to beat and abuse my grin
If I was a little bit more intelligent
I would protect my skin from this wind”

I know slug is from Minnesota, not North Dakota… but it probably gets pretty cold there too.  When I walk to school tomorrow it will be -13 degrees, -29 with windchill.

I SHOOK HIS HAND ERMAGERD I LOVE SLUG AHHHH I need to go to bed.

LoveLife

And If she has the nerve to let me
dump a couple last words
I’ma turn to the earth and scream,
“Love Your Life”

Love your life, quite cliche, but I guess that’s me
a ball of pop culture with some arms and feet

-Slug

I want a lovelife tattoo.  More than that, I want a tattoo of my Korean name, 별(it means star), really REALLY tiny, not sure where yet.  I should probably get it done in Korea this summer.

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So a while ago, I was at a party and I was feeling kinda down, and I turned to this random stranger and I said, “I’m sad”.

This is what he told me,

“I think you’ll find that the world is a beautiful place”

I’ve never seen him again, I don’t even remember what he looks like, except that I’m pretty sure he was from India.

So, whoever you are this is a thank you.  In case we never run into each other again, I figured it should be on record somewhere.  That was exactly what I needed.  Thanks for not hitting on me, flattering me, or using fakery of any sort.  The world needs more of you.

All systems go, sun hasn’t died
Deep in my bones, straight from inside

I’m waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Whoa, whoa, I’m radioactive, radioactive
Whoa, whoa, I’m radioactive, radioactive

-Imagine Dragons, Radioactive

Good skincare techniques

An old woman once told me the secret to looking young at 95

Love Everybody

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It’s so simple, really.  Sometimes I wonder why we even need all these religions.  I will start my own:  Throw love around like a contagion.

 As Slug said,   “I’ll make you smile from the simple fact I’m good at it, I’ll make you smile just so I can sit and look at it”

oh and my Muslim friend is trying to get me to convert to Islam… it is very unlikely that I will.  but I told him to get me a copy of the Qur’an in English, and I will certainly discuss it with him.  These are my conceptions of it (of course I have never read it, so who knows how accurate they are):

1.  It says women are inferior to men
2.  talks a lot about killing “infidels”
3.  They can’t eat pork
4.  Jesus was a prophet, not God

I will let you know what I learn.  Should be interesting.

lithium

It’s the bird, it must have been the bird
Disgusting critter, it must
We should have known better then trust
This disease infested ball of lust and carnage
Piece of garbage with wings and she has the guts to sing
Get the bird, catch her shoot her, I don’t care
Get the bird, bring her down to the ground from out the air
Gotta tear her apart, let me at her first
Sink her to the level of the rest of us that inherit the earth

What’s she thinking? does she really believe
That she’s above the creatures that work the dirt and the streets
See her up in the tree, looking down at you and me
Like she’s chosen over those that walk around on two feet
The bird, the melodies she play
The music she make, rubbing our faces in the feces of the daybreak
Trying to remind us, it’s time to awake

Antagonizing and instigating my hate
The chirps, I turn them into screams
My feathered friend’s end will justify the means
Disturbed, I’ll grab her by her beak
And swing her in circles until she’s too dizzy to speak

Well I’ll shake her from her branch, tear apart her nest
Break her skinny legs and fry her eggs up for breakfast
(She’s a snake that can fly) she’s just food for the fleas
She thinks she’s better then me just because she’s free?
I’ll shake her from her branch, tear apart her nest
Break her skinny legs and fry her eggs up for breakfast
(She’s a snake that can fly) she’s just food for the fleas
She thinks she’s better then me just because she’s free?

My beautiful bird has gone away


This is for Sunrise.

very strange thoughts today.

The things I could tell you.
The things
I
could

tell you.

you will never know the creatures
traveling the synapses
in this headmaze

the things that have been mine
the nights I’ve spent

the infinite mess
tangled in my veins
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(that was a bit of a free-write)

so many many many memories.

Until I Crash Into My Fate

escape escape escape

I’m going to Korea next summer.  That is all

 

goodnight, travel well  ~weebobeebo at deviantart.com

last night there was a blue moon (the 2nd full moon in one month)  and I cannot remember ever having a better one.

One of the deepest and strangest of all human moods is the mood which will suddenly strike us perhaps in a garden at night, or deep in sloping meadows, the feeling that every flower and leaf has just uttered something stupendously direct and important, and that we have by a prodigy of imbecility not heard or understood it. There is a certain poetic value in this sense of having missed the full meaning of things. There is beauty, not only in wisdom, but in this dazed and dramatic ignorance.
-Gilbert K Chesterton

I’ve got a sickness, it feels like love

It’s not contagious, take off the gloves

here are some lyrics for you.

 
I’ve got a flask inside my pocket
We can share it on the train
And if you promise to stay conscious
I will try to do the same
Well we might die from medication
But we sure killed all the pain
But what was normal in the evening
By the morning seems insane
-Lua, Bright Eyes
 
 
I live by the word until I die by your sword
Even when I’m dead my head will live inside your RCA cords
I wait for the right time, but it resembled now-a-days
Descended on the Earth to put an end to all your holidays
The assassin covered in plain clothes
Smothered the sunlight and set flame to your rainbows
And then came the storm (and then came the storm)
Bewildered those that didn’t contemplate
Fake disguised as the norm (as the norm)
And when the smoke evaporated and the damage was assessed
The casualities were counted as they looked upon the mess
As they focused they eyes on the horizon, who’da guessed?
All that stood atop the hill was number seven silhouette
-Atmosphere, Tears for the sheep
 
 when did you stop believing
in magic?