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[Mar. 4th, 2010|09:43 pm] |
I miss top hats.
Dammitall that nobody else wears them. Too recognizeable... yeah... so is my ass.
Speaking of... I think I got a new tattoo there last night, but I can't for the death of me see what it is. Last night was fantastic. Wish I could remember it...
( Private to Alice )
Karaoke night at the bar. Free drinks for anyone who can outsing me.
Kill the lights,
These children learn from cigarette burns,
fast cars, fast women, and cheap drinks,
It feels right,
All these asphyxiated, self-medicated
take the white pill, you'll feel alright |
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[Jan. 24th, 2010|07:31 pm] |
I may have caused the death of someone pretty important last night. It was quick not quite painless.
The man in charge of them was defying the man in charge of us. Myself, obviously. People can't work together in an environment torn apart. So, I took care of him. Didn't even know who he was.
But the shock over the room when he hit the floor was... astounding.
And then... I was in charge of everyone. Because, Sheep can't decide for themselves, you know. They need a Shepard.
Pick your Shepards wisely.
( Private to whom it may concern. Subject: Tinkerbell [John/Peter/...Wendy?] )
When misery cries
The whole city lies
There is a party in a hearse
And everybody’s been dying
To get in...
You’re losing control
You’ve made a mess
Take off your party dress.
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[Jan. 2nd, 2010|02:12 am] |
Not even home is where to find the heart anymore. It's left, run away to find a new place to go. A person twisted her mind and made it unknown... strange and unfamiliar... unlike the way I always thought a person who put on a different face to hide and disguise was someone to be ware of, yet apparently I, the most honest man I know, am the one to be scared of.
At least everyone knows exactly what I am. M - A - D.
It's in the name, always has been, and it's what to be expected. For everything I've done... 'Pillar v. Hatter ends up with the latter neglected.
So it is as it's always been. Nothing good can ever begin with C - A - T.
( Private to Alice ) |
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[Dec. 28th, 2009|04:06 pm] |
Someone keeps telling me it's tea time. Tee time. Time for T. WHEN IT IS OBVIOUSLY NOT.
The clock, it must be, the one in the kitchen is broken.
The tea in my cup seems to have turned to dust. Odd, but I suppose it is a trade UP. One lump or two? Well, I should end up with several tonight, it's just that time.
TIME. It's stopped. no. remember. only in the kitchen. Only in the kitchen!
And now that that's settled, we can get upsidedown to business. I have a gift for all of my favorite customers, FOR CHRISTMAS! And you know how I feel about giving things without getting... so you'd better hurry up.
It is still Christmas, right? Am I still high? |
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