Merry Christmas everyone, safe new Year.
I'll be back...I promise.
I know I keep disappearing but I've had a few problems.
Features, anyone?
-Jen


Discussion Re: My Cynicism.Discussion Re: My Cynicism.Discussion Re: My Cynicism.
Aware of the knowledge, the burden of experience, I follow you through the open field Of open-ended metaphors and flower bunches, Boxes of chocolates, Materialistic representations of my affection.
However, In the very same box I keep your tokens,
I keep my cynicism. The realism that the flowers might wilt, The field may burn. The fire will spread, And it will end, and in turn, will us.
But for now I lay in the field,
Watching for signs that the end is near, Like small arguments. Your parents. Someone el


Just WiresImportance is not itched into my skin, If I ran my hands over my scales Id findJust Wires
Nothing but fleas and Debris.
So I scratch and destroy any trace of Respect that you have fought so hard to
Push into me. All I can do is tangle myself further And inevitably trip over my own foolishness.
Standing here, with my ear Next to your lips and your words Floating high above my self-esteem Do you really say what you mean?
Not strong enough to touch, I peel
And reveal the inner workings of this
Mess of a machine Robotics are incorr


A little talk with God. For the Lord who is above me, and I entrust all My doings towards thee, I must take two minutes off five to ask you aA little talk with God.
Question. Remind me of a strange phenomenon I heard of once; Single word uttered in ear, Indeed I was confused as she was caressing my neck; Silly, really.
We do not talk well, we Run out of things to say. It is not because of want to try! I


2007Happy New Year. or is it? Thousands dead. Terrorists or so called Sui-I-cide bombers. Mass destruction or deception? Democracy or Facism. Me, Not knowing about either. Watching murder on the news, saying Mmmmmmmmmmmm what a pity! then changing the channel to meet with my urges.2007
Lust. Violence. God invented the Play station 2. Just like WAR, Or Call of Duty 4. Except real people die. Terrorists. Or so-called brainwashed victims


Sell Your Right to LiveDying for a fashion, Buy what you need not what you need to have. The seventies ideals got marketed and sold to the eighties. Cracks in the wall, break it down! Break it down! Quit your job and sell your TV, Cramped into a diseased train riding the same hour each day, Drown your thoughts with intoxicated living, We breathe each others air but we sweat away our own fear, These days are for living but we decide to buy our way into happiness, Without receipt, forfeited dreams carried away in an ambulance. Ambivalent arrogance, assisted suicide of all feeling, Tireless monotoSell Your Right to Live


autumn oncewe were autumn once we did fall so many times when winter blewautumn once
we fell in puddles and fell on currents we were torn away and set right down
we have brightened we have traveled we have littered and we will drown we will mesh into the earth and crumble in
her palms

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life isn't fair. it's just fairer than death, that's all.
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And miles from where you are
I lay down on the cold ground
and I
I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down
in your warm arms...
Snow Patrol
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