| Climbing Up the Walls |
[Mar. 29th, 2005|12:11 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | calm | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Sarah Slean - "Climbing Up the Walls" | ] | I am the key to the lock in your house That keeps your toys in the basement...
Do not cry out or hit the alarm You know we're friends 'til we die
And either way you turn I'll be there Open up your skull I'll be there Climbing up the walls |
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| Beggars & Prostitutes |
[Aug. 12th, 2004|05:22 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | okay | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Manufactura - "I'll Rip Your Fucking Heart Out" | ] | I watched a homeless man die today. An elderly alcoholic. It was his time.
I couldn't help but think that that will be me someday.
I looked to my right and saw a prostitute fighting for her use of a particular section of the street.
I couldn't help but think "I'm Home." |
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