[info]lie_i_lie


Twilight to Starlight

Dawn to Dusk


...
[info]lie_i_lie
I had ideas..
I promise.
You can never chase the dragon..
When the dragon is wearing a cowboy hat.
You are the sober demon and asked if you
drink vodka waters.
Restrain for the red bull.
You're a vixen. American keyboard an all.
Maybe humanism is the resolve.
Because it seems like I'm all alone,
with my apostrophes in the correct place
ie: not denoting plurals
(as if people are this idiotic)
and they are.
It makes me question humanity.
How can I type...more correctly than sober individuals can
when hell bent..past drunkedness.
When YOU are
Fumbling thru the iphone keypad that you can't afford
bastardizinng the english language.
I abhor you individuals.
FYI: That means HATE.
I know you won't google.
And that astounds me.
Learn your own effing language.
Make your mother proud.
Even if she and your grandmother entice you to spit out your
spit on mother's day in the jIffy grill parking lot.
Seriously.

OCD
[info]lie_i_lie

It doesn't bother me when numbers are uneven..

it only aggravates me..

1..2...3...4...5...6...

Like people who can't read certain words

Climbing up the stairs, counting

5...6..7..8...9..

I guess I never understood why people didn't count the number of steps they took.

In the snow, wondering why the numbers didn't add up to

an even number..

wine wine whine and a miscarriage.

Drown drown drown your sorrows in some fluoxetine, diet pop, and cigarettes,

Why can I not forget..

My intelligence?


Diary of a love song.
[info]lie_i_lie
Sucking back cold shots
and the last breaths of independence
Fucked up.
Sick girl

Free smoke.

Pushing for (adderall)
anything to find solace in the
monotony
of breathing.

I want what I want.

Pig headed. Piggish.
Stubborn.

But doesn't it make you feel
love.

Cranberry
[info]lie_i_lie


Dream with me

and the Cranberries.

Hallucinogenic apathy.

Trounce in my playground and see how it ends.

Postering billboards.

Downing peanut butter.

This is not how I want to be portrayed.

So change your life.

You can't offer up your dreams.

(Unless you're an addict.)
 



Dirty Diana
[info]lie_i_lie

You post to lie
i lie.

People have grown to value my opinion.
 

Misguised.

I'm so manipulative.

(unintentionally...right).

I just need somewhere to go.



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[info]lie_i_lie
Alcohol and the arts.
Attacking the world like a pin cushion.
Padded walls
Straightjackets

and cold fingers.

The sun sets on
Central.

Celtic music and hipster scarves.
Scatterbrained.

Architexture.
[info]lie_i_lie
Cutting edge
Angela's bright red bob
Iconic.

And In dreams begin
responsibilites...

Time to grow up.

And anyone who ever played a part.
[info]lie_i_lie
Sweet illustrious jane
embedded in studded industrial boots
illusory and plagued by nuances

On her back on the back porch
exhaling smoke
(and mirrors)
Ignoring the tooth ache.

Norma
[info]lie_i_lie
I want to feel 

Enveloped by the remnants of cigar smoke.
Clinging to the sea moss carpets.
The grandfather clock chiming on the hour.

I want to feel

The crokinole board and checkers pieces.
Electric pencil sharpener whirring.
Poppycock and ashtrays on the plaid chesterfield.

I want to feel

My papa's closet and my grandma's cigarettes.
Oklahoma! and farm toy figurines.
Classical music at dinnertime.

I want to feel

In control.

Will you?
[info]lie_i_lie
He carried a red journal and I teased him

But

if we lived on tv.

And we were stuck inside our own machine...

And I dont know what time I work in the morning.

But does it matter?

Filing my nails on the tile floors.
cheap sushi,

From the comfort of your living roon.

I'm drunk..forgive me.
Love.



So much love.

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