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 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.
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.
—–
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
this is the result of
chasing shiny things like a demented
crow and
open your head open your head your head let out the
jealous stuttering
child, kicking at mirrors and
throwing fits (you
wretchedly)
stop,
this isn’t anything you want
and you know you always end up
hating
(oh that word’s a reputation killer)
nine tenths of what you can’t have
(careless, care less, and anyways, most things
are)
birds have more self control
perhaps and
rhythm
I’ve been there, caged/uncaged
but now I settle for stripes
and leave the feathers to the
drag queens
here it is
nothing worth having
comes easy
nothing worth having
comes at all
—-
so I was feeling sad-ish because I couldn’t have what I wanted to have but hey! there’s a few billion other fish in this crazy pond and
I just had the best day ever. love Fargo. love swing-sets, the river, and snowball fights when everything’s melting. Also I realized that I overthink my writing wayyy too much. I need to just let it spill out in an obscure mess because that’s when I end up liking it the most. I edit and edit and edit which kind of kills it. This one I like though.
and here is some slug for you:
“and if she has the nerve to let me drop a couple last words, I’ma turn to the earth and scream Love Your Life”
-Slug
listening to emo music from my childhood. take a gander (listen?)
An old woman once told me the secret to looking young at 95
Love Everybody
—-
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.
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