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"NJ Falls Into The Atlantic"
And it's 4am and we will stalk again
The princess and her bitter queen.
On the 4th day of July
Deep in summers eye,
Naked like the truth should always be.
So speak your knives.
(Don't follow, with your foot)
All this pain here,
(All comes from your dry lung)
I won't listen
(Your rhetoric is fleeting)
My lies are fixed with glue.
Coming straight from off the water
Sunburned face and drunken father
Crying as she's carving in her flesh.
And it's 4am and we will stalk again
The princess and her bitter queen.
On the 4th day of July
Deep in summers eye,
Naked like the truth should always be.
This false art
(Of palm trees and trash heaps)
This burning bed
(Where my ghost will now sleep)
Watching romance from a far seat
Bleeding from the glass on my feet
Learning that I love the smell of flesh.
And it's 4am and we will stalk again
The princess and her bitter queen.
On the 4th day of July
Deep in summers eye,
Naked like the truth should always be.
An angel on his two knees
Arms stretched towards the red sea
Of violence and a sultry tongue
The scenic view of carnage
'Caused by the sword in his hands
The beauty resonates in birth.
It's plain to see the wind beneath the trees.
Flowing free, the summer breeze is sweet.
I lay in space choked by my own air.
I love the taste of your blackened lips.
And it's 4am and we will stalk again
The princess and her bitter queen.
On the 4th day of July
Deep in summers eye,
Naked like the truth should always be.
make yourself happy!!! =))
Friday, November 03, 2006
Blogs are depressing(: the last blog I read made me want to explode at the next person I see. Lucky for the world it is officially night even though the sun has not set beyond the window, and everyone has gone to sleep not aware of the trouble amidst us. As they sleep, a couple is getting divorced, many people have died including the one I just met in the back of my head somewhere, and someone out there is commiserating on suicide. I stay awake while the sun is still up in support of these people. Even though my contribution is not alot, I know how a difference can still be made.
I went to school today.
I got back my phone from angeline.
I went for lunch.
I did school service.
I went home.
I played the guitar.
I ate dinner.
I watched the black box.
I used the computer.
No inspiration for my deep dark words today. damn it. buzz off(:
#~i'm making myself happy!
Gerald the stick
apathetic anarchist
death: 5.8.1991
age: 15
school: wait and see. its somewhere i don't want to be.Presbyterian High
email: gerald_jiale@hotmail.com
WanTs
God
The ppl who will be reading this blog (this is just to please you)