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מציג פוסטים מתאריך נובמבר, 2011

s l e e p l e s s

these sheets keep me          s l e e p l e s s and this stench of     rain dried up on old walls,               peeling, and the cold that digs through three blankets                                           a sweatshirt                                                       my s k i n              to the bones (!)                    as if i were:                                   sick. not that i'm not:                    (sick)- i can't claim so, my      subjectivity here is at stake it's not as if i've slept lots, lately, to explain such sudden stolen-sleep; not nervous negativity which widens waking wars. no, i don't know, never claimed to be so- but crazy, perhaps, you think through this snow. i take such thoughts as yours, artistically inept as i may be, create a mosaic of broken sentences, misplaced fragments, sew at the seams something seemingly smoldering, steaming with sunshine and brimming with pure cocoa, bubbling in boi

Backwards Jazz Song

watch the live video im so pretty she thinks she thinks shes pretty and good, a little misunderstood so shes bruised, shes confused, shes just living a life of boredom with friends who bore her and shes just living a lie of teenage perfection cause shes pretty, she thinks, shes pretty and nice and she never thinks twice cause she doesn’t even try to get to the first time but everything she says magically rhymes and catches the boys attention so she gets them but shes pretty too so that helps but the boys never hear the cries inside her mind when they have her                                              use her                                                love her and she just believes that love is this thing that ties down her broken wings and never lets her out so shes trapped in a flame but she doesn’t feel tame cause she doesn’t really feel anything for the boys that have cursed                                         that have lied