call to armsthis is our punk rock. the future is unwritten. don't tell a soul. music is no fucking joke. don't believe anyone who says 'its only music'. fuck you. without music i would not be who i am today. that is a fact. it is not up for debate. i can guarantee that without 24 hour revenge therapy. without repeater. without damaged. without london calling i would not be the person that i am today and i most certainly wouldn't be the writer i am today. had i not spent my years dropping the needle then i wouldn't be screaming my own words in bedrooms, basements and more. music is important. not what's on the radio: that's business plans, marketing stratcall to arms
This won't happen to me againI won't be the victim next time. I won't sit with my heart on the floor I won't sit with my head in my hands. I'm not gonna wonder what you're doin' I'm not gonna think about who you're with. I'm not gonna drink til I puke, I'm not gonna drink til I forget you.This won't happen to me again
Tomorrow night I'll sleep without knots in my gut, it'll be a sober slumber. I'll listen to Nebraska and forget about my lover my best friend.
Tomorrow I'll get up go to work, hate my life. Drink a beer, forget about you You'll be on my subconcious you'll be on the tip of
meDamsel FlyDamsel Fly, he said, sweet forest giant, Damsel Fly IDamsel Fly
want you to live like fire and honey and topaz, like predators and lion cubs and thorny roses. He was the colour of faith and blood, and
so she believed him like a slow child, carefully peeling an orange during Mass. Forest giant, I want to see you fly over lakes and eat butterflies.
Damsel Fly tugged away the paper from every swallowtail and birdtail and bathed in their screams. Blood is pain, she
thought, blood is a common jezebel, and fell asleep a murderer.
Don't Forget Good Ol' BuckI’ll be glad to die out of this. These cars you drive are too fast. This gasoline is too pointless. This keyboard is too easy and these buttons are too apathetic. I can’t wait to die Out of this!Don't Forget Good Ol' Buck
I guess I’m glad to be born into that. That was simple. That was worriless. That was many years ago. That was what I didn’t expect. That was great. And that is gone, so I can’t wait to die out of this.
I must have missed the transition somewhere in between the internet and your cell phone. Maybe this is o
Not read the book but I've seen the movie.
Joy
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Free me from the pain of life...Darzamat!
i hope you're all good. write stuff.
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i love you, said ophelia, and i love that dark bird you hold in your arms.
big sur
1958
The Writers Slam Team
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be active with the activists, sleep with the sleepers while you're waiting for the great leap forward.
i do i do
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be active with the activists, sleep with the sleepers while you're waiting for the great leap forward.
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