The living end

E poi morirai, sanguinante, dolorante, inconsapevolmente coraggioso, al suono di una Perfect Day - cause there's nothing else but me.

I hate raspberries

And sometimes I'm really mean, without even meaning to, but without being able to control myself. I'm a fucking control freak on emotions though. Just in private - though; I love letting myself go in front of strangers. That's why I'm so mean with those I love.
Yes, this post is really not about fruit.

Nobody's watching

I stand there waiting for lust to win over; blood and make-up as dumb signals. Dreams cross and knees fall under the santity of unsanity and the stings of uncertain lovers still hurt when I'm here with you. It's just exercise - she said, just pure strenght to survive the whole universe of dust he decided to swipe away with that call. Took my arm and got me to know new infections, again she said - silly girl, stop dressing in black, stop the pills, they don't know what trance is, they will think is a fuckin stream anyways; but you're always the best to me, my dear love. With no light your sound dies, the ground is deeper and shouts your name trying to pick the right one, but you're the only one. You're so sweet, he said all night long, all night long, all night long just be my wife and you can fuck whoever you want, cause you're the only one I can love - again; and I thought I was coming apart. They were stars, I was...trying to steal pics, as usual, studying strategies, repeatedly. I hate all this, I hate conversations. Then I saw this guy puking in the cab, we were driving to a club, we were going to meet with someone that was too alone to sleep alone and I just wanted to hug him cause I could see something. Maybe metal strings that tasted like repetitions of the same play only seen with one eye; it's personal. Like thrills or...whatever, bullshit. But I clearly knew he was gonna throw up on my feet. Is he like MyFriendMilk? The clock is right now. Fucking bastard.