December 17, 2010

  • lene lovich

    eventually, you come to terms with those dichotomies. the blurriest. they may never be clear- so, shrug.

    i know exactly what the fuck i fucking want. something is empty. this means you must fill it up?! ha. AND a scoff.

    i cannot maintain calm now. everything blew out the window. i pulled off, now out in the field picking up the pieces. naps and conversations intermittent.

    lady gaga and pj harvey are THE SAME MAN. we all have moose-tash-ays here. take your smooth upper lip elsewhere.

    mixed blood. someone has got to understand this one thing. i don't care to converse over it either. just to feel heart under standing will suffice.

    kiss me, i'm on fire.

    i never wanna be the one you long for
    i never wanna be the one you like
    i never wanna hear that i have hurt you
    i never wanna hear the sound of you cry
    i only want to be your spy
    i never wanna be the one

    go hang from someone else's tree
    don't pin your hopes on me