Archive for November, 2007

Milk It

Thursday, November 29th, 2007

I am my own parasite
I don’t need a host to live
We feed off of each other
We can share our endorphins

Doll steak!
Test meat!

Look on the bright side, suicide
Lost eyesight I’m on your side
Angel left wing, right wing, broken wing
Lack of iron and/or sleeping

I own my own pet virus
I get to pet and name her
Her milk is my shit
My shit is her milk

Test Me!
Doll steak!

Look on the bright side, suicide
Lost eyesight I’m on your side
Angel left wing, right wing, broken wing
Lack of iron and/or sleeping

Doll steak!
Test meat!

Look on the bright side, suicide
Lost eyesight I’m on your side
Angel left wing, right wing, broken wing
Lack of iron and/or sleeping

Protector of the kennel
Ecto-plasma, Ecto-skeletal
Obituary birthday
Your scent is still here in my place of recovery

You Need To Read Only Revolutions…

Wednesday, November 28th, 2007



The Pretenders - Creep (Radiohead Cover)

Monday, November 26th, 2007

I just realized how much more I love Chrissie Hynde than I thought I did…

Happy Thanksgiving!

Thursday, November 22nd, 2007

Meh…fuck it…you know that she’s half crazy…

Thursday, November 22nd, 2007

…you’ve always been her lover…

Really…what more can you say?

Yeah, Oh Yeah…

Tuesday, November 20th, 2007

Just because I can, I have to post another Youtube clip.

If you’ve never seen this clip of The Magnetic Fields performing “Yeah, Oh Yeah” live, you’ve been missing something awesome…

In Honor of Wendy’s 80’s Challenge

Tuesday, November 20th, 2007

And yeah…I finally realized how easy it is to embed Youtube vids in Wordpress.

I don’t have a clue why it took so long…

From Some Dying Star

Sunday, November 18th, 2007

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Your lips are red on red
One kiss and I’d be dead
It’s just like mama said
’cause you’re not human

Your eyes are blue on blue
You’re too good to be true
I’d fall in love with you
but you’re not human

You’re not remotely human
You’re from some dying star
I don’t know what you are

Your hair is gold on gold
You’re seventeen years old
You make my blood run cold
’cause you’re not human

Too beautiful to be human
You’re from some dying star
No one knows what you are

From some dying star somewhere
You walked down silver stairs
that somehow magically unfurled

You’re from some dying star
Even you don’t know what you are