"nothing is original. steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows, select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul".................................stolen from - jim jarmusch
Thursday, February 17, 2011
everyones getting married and having babies
i will die in my sleep. i just hope i dont take anyone with me
Friday, February 11, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Saturday, February 5, 2011
dilly
Just the mentioning of (Just the mention of)
such a simple phrase.
Are we passengers on (separated trains)
separated trains?
Take the mask off (Take the mask of)
when you speak to me.
And I'm alright to go on (It's the little things)
it's the little things.
But anymore, you've become.
to everyone.
to everyone.
I'm reeling in the wrong day getting behind ?
Why didn't i think "what in the world?"
It really took a tall one to see it
Two to believe it
Three to just get in the way
All your life to think of (All your life think of),
what a mess you made.
Dig a hole in the ground (for your wedding ring)
for your wedding ring.
Rainmaker call (the Rainmaker call)
throw your hammer down.
And everything that I know (Can't remember now)
can't remember now.
Anymore, you've become.
Inherent of another one.
Another one.
I reeling in the wrong days, getting behind
Why didn't I think "what in the world?"
It really took a tall one to see it
Two to believe it.
Three to just get in the way.
band of horses
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
all these wonderful things
"My inability to go around schmoozing people might have hurt....on one level, but on another level I’m a volatile drunk and it’s probably been an enormous blessing."
banksy
banksy
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
formule 1
sleeping in a hotel in the most isolated city in the world and dreaming of living back in the place of love by the sea
Thursday, January 13, 2011
where life expires
this life, expires before me
and i cant tell what we've become
watching.and.waiting for this.
caught again by reality....
I WISH THE hands on the clock
would freeze
every turn draining life from me
but you still don't see, how
burden crushes down
like the weight of the world
and the stories of a wasted
life remain unheard.
THIS TIME is for living
this places is so
unforgiving
STRIVING FOR inner peace
dragged down by overwhelming
grief
don't wait, for me I'm not done yet
the pain is so hard to
forget
we're not reading the same page
your life on a shelf,in world
...WORLD OF REGRETS
THIS TIME is for living
this places is so
unforgiving
STRIVING FOR inner peace
dragged down by overwhelming grief
THIS TIME is for living
this places is so unforgiving
STRIVING FOR inner peace
dragged down by overwhelming grief
they say sleep, is the cousin of
death
so should i sleep with one eye open waiting
FOR MY LAST BREATH
50 LIONS
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