Posted March 31, 2007 at 11:05 pm by Severed Head
How did nobody tell me about this before!? And there are other places where hotels are made out of ice!? Holy fuck. I have to go here before I die. Or as I die. Or both. And after I die.
Posted March 30, 2007 at 4:58 pm by Severed Head
Posted March 30, 2007 at 12:45 pm by Severed Head
Thank you for all you let me be
And for euphoric memories
For the 15 minutes of fame
And all the pretty ugly things
For filling empty rooms with light
And for the sins thrown in the sea
For flowing in and out my eyes
And the taste of life between my teeth
I’ll say it now while I still have the opportunity to breathe
I suffocated for so long and then you gave my heart its beat
We may be oceans far apart but deep inside you’re still with me
I know we’ll always be together every time I hear you sing…
A spinning world that never stops
The pushin’ pushin’ till we drop
The miracle of endless days
Music that never goes away
It keeps my spirit livin’ on
With you in every song
So thank you and goodnight
Till I see you again on the other side
Posted March 29, 2007 at 8:48 pm by Severed Head
http://www.bbspot.com/News/2007/03/riaa-lawsuit-matrix.html
Posted March 27, 2007 at 9:20 pm by Severed Head
I was looking for an end to this, for some kind of closure
Time moved so rapidly, I had no hope of keeping track of it
I thought of my friends who had died of exposure
And I remembered other ones who had died from the lack of it
And in my best shoes I started falling forward down the street
I stopped at a church and jostled through the crowd
And love followed just behind me, panting at my feet
As the steeple tore the stomach from a lonely little cloud
Inside I sat, seeking the presence of a God
I searched through the pictures in a leather-bound book
I found a woolly lamb dozing in an issue of blood
And a gilled Jesus shivering on a fisherman’s hook
Babe
It seems so long
Since you’ve been gone away
And I
Just got to say
That it grows darker with the day
Back on the street I saw a great big smiling sun
It was a Good day and an Evil day and all was bright and new
And it seemed to me that most destruction was being done
By those who could not choose between the two
Amateurs, dilettantes, hacks, cowboys, clones
The streets groan with little Caesars, Napoleons and cunts
With their building blocks and their tiny plastic phones
Counting on their fingers, with crumbs down their fronts
I passed by your garden, saw you with your flowers
The Magnolias, Camellias and Azaleas so sweet
And I stood there invisible in the panicking crowds
You looked so beautiful in the rising heat
I smell smoke, see little fires bursting on the lawns
People carry on regardless, listening to their hands
Great cracks appear in the pavement, the earth yawns
Bored and disgusted, to do us down
Babe
It seems so long
Since you’ve been gone
And I
Just got to say
That it grows darker with the day
These streets are frozen now. I come and go
Full of a longing for something I do not know
My father sits slumped in the deepening snow
As I search, in and out, above, about, below
Babe
It seems so long
Since you went away
And I
Just got to say
That it grows darker with the day
Posted March 26, 2007 at 7:43 am by Severed Head
Found it on tinyvices.com, under “Face Off” © Tim Barber
Posted March 26, 2007 at 6:59 am by Severed Head
My body is really urging me to do something. I’m not sure if it’s throw up or die or jump out the window or what.
WHAT THE FUCK IS IT, BODY!?
Collapse?
Posted March 26, 2007 at 6:55 am by Severed Head
For your viewing pleasure
Yeah it’s really all pretty damn random and just whatever I feel like writing about or linking to at the time, with some exceptions. Also, sometimes Crumb Bandit writes shit too. It’s also a really weird form of personal expression, whether you like it or not. I’ll do what I want, dammit. This website is not for you. It is for me, got that!? I don’t care if you don’t visit it at all. In fact, you don’t visit it at all and that’s perfectly fine with me. IT IS MINE. I AM THE BEST. I AM STANDING UP FOR IT AND WHAT I BELIEVE IN SO FUCK YOU MWAHAHAHA (see more at the brand new About page)
Posted March 22, 2007 at 8:46 am by Severed Head
I am an idiot.
True story.
And as things fell apart, nobody paid much attention
Posted March 20, 2007 at 10:41 pm by Severed Head
It’s something in my mind
Won’t let my heart and head and mouth connect
And something in my mind won’t let my
Heart out of the darkness yet
That something in my mind, its locked away
It’s not over
I’m not sober anymore
Hmm.
No truer lyrics to my mind at the moment. Or my heart. Or my mouth. Or whatever. Not my own thought, but someone else’s anyway. Maybe not the last line.
I keep thinking that maybe something will come down and save me and help me and make my life better, but I don’t think it will a lot. It’s stupid to just continuously post on here and hope that someone or something will magically save me or hear my desparation and really do something. I think I really do need to seek professional help. Time to acknowledge that I have a problem. And that I need help. And feel fucking powerless to it.