snowball in hell

never forget.. never forgive.

Sweeney Todd is now out in dvd.. so you can buy it and watch it over and over..
speaking of bloody good fun.. have you ever wondered what a true migraine feels like? or what real obsession/compulsion does to you? if you are the masochistic type then just try my little wordgame.. born out of my own twisted hypergraphic sadistic madness, this wordsearch will drive you to want to pluck out your own eyes.. sound fun? here it is in pdf format:
wicked words..
wicked wordlist..
there are 500 words to get you started.. but there are more than 100 secret words.. & some words like 'cut' & 'die' are hidden multiple times! so get out a fine red pen & a ruler and start scratching.. there should be no letters left and you'll end up with a pretty piece of artwork chock full of lovely Xs ..but it never really ends. this nifty little torture device will print out on standard paper.. the devil is in the details..

good luck.. hehe
- ghost / toxic

love bites.

vintage vampire killing kit..
^^get it while you can^^

welcome home / radical face
sleep don't visit
so i choke on sun
and the days blur into one
and the backs of my eyes
hum with things i've never done

sheets are swaying
from an old clothesline
like a row of captured ghosts 
over old dead grass
was never much but we've made the most
..welcome home

ships are launching
from my chest
some have names
but most do not
if you find one please
let me know
what piece i've lost

peel the scars
from off my back
i don't need them anymore
you can throw them out
keep them in your mason jars
..i've come home

all my nightmares
escaped my head
bar the door
please don't let them in
you were never
supposed to leave
now my head's
splitting at the seams
and i don't know if i can..

(((here beneath my lungs
i feel your thumbs press
into my skin again..)))

hey! watch the lunar eclipse with me & toxic - 7pm wed..

 

the strangest things /
radical face

the ghost inside my head..
it never sleeps
it just rearranges thoughts &
leaves me numb for weeks
but i'm okay.. yeah i feel fine

because i know there's more than one way to lose my mind.. lose my mind.. lose my mind.. lose my mind...

the crows are at the fence.. they never blink
they just sharpen
all their claws
and bare their twisted teeth
but i won't bend
and i won't move
don't have a lot left..
just anger..
and something to prove
so i can't lose.. so i can't lose.. so i can't lose..

the cold spreads through the house
it bites my ears.. i can't feel my hands or feet
and i'm too scared to sleep
and now the ghosts are on the porch
got knives in their hands..
oh no.. i think i've seen this before
and i might lose.. and i might lose.. and i might lose..

and all this time i've been watching you sleep
and the strangest things
have been happening to me..
and all this time i've been watching you breathe
and the strangest things
have been happening to me..

                     valentine love,
                      ghost & toxic

p.s. passion haiku! >>

lost in a masquerade..

personality is not a disorder..

<<click if you must..
or here:
elliott laughing.. 
or?

some vintage images from toxic's books ~

the moon
skeleton
is it a bat?
bats
to grandmother's house
if you were a mouse..
raccoons
possum
bug collecting
kittens
lion
xmas alphabet
fly away
tiger
grey squirrels
in the woods
alley cats
horses

at least mommy died..

i was reading an article in the oregonian about the most popularly misheard xmas song lyrics by children.. my favorites are
"at least mommy died.." (feliz navidad),
"tater tots with their icicle glow.."
(tiny tots with their eyes all aglow), &
"stick the knife into the little lamb.."
(said the nightwind to the little lamb).. he hee!

daily smith/in the lost & found
he held his breath to hold your hand
to walk the stairsteps in pairs
climbing up a slippery slope
i'm in love
well i hope
don't go home, angelina
stay with me
hanging around in the lost & found
kissed you quick feeling weird
lonely leaved and disappeared
this is such a simple place
passing time can't erase
don't go home, angelina
paint tomorrow blue
day breaks
and every morning
when he wakes he thinks of you
i'm alone
that's okay
i don't mind
most of the time
i don't feel afraid to die
she was here passing by
don't go home, angelina
stay with me
hanging around in the lost & found
stay with me
hanging around in the lost & found.. - ghost

the names you drop are ice in my veins..

daily smith/satellite
while the hands are pointing
up midnight
you're a question mark
coming after people
you watch collide
you can ask
what you want to
the satellite..
'cause the names you drop are ice in my veins..
and for all you know
you're the only one who finds it strange
when they call it a lover's moon
the satellite..
'cause it acts just like lovers do
the satellite
a burned out world you know
staying up all night
a satellite..

...

daily smith/crazy fucker
it's a busted main line
but you oughta hear him out
bleeding fortified wine
out of the injury that i call my mouth
i just wanna play and
insult some crazy fucker from the south
whose arrow came to pick me out
and so i'm waiting for
a shot of white noise
i don't wanna hear no stupid
screaming little halfassed middle-class boy
because i got a headache and
i'm already full of useless stories
arrow come pick me out
because i got a headache and
i'm already full of these useless stories
arrow come pick me out
arrow come pick me out
your broken arrow 
- ghost