it just started to snow outside my window..
mr smith is back, too..
i'm not quite ready for the pilgrimage required for my pennance..
i'm used to my vampyric lifestyle now..
besides i'm tired..
i just want to sleep in my little snowcave..
smith for today
'help me kill my time..
help me kill my time..
help me kill my time..
'cause i'll never be fine..
help me kill my time..'
ghost & toxic ..many unhappy returns
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will nothing satisfy this thirst?
up from the depths of the poison well of my own depression rises a taste for blood in my mouth again.. murder.. i'm at it again.. my aim to head up the organization of the dark brotherhood.. as a sister i've risen through the ranks of silencer and assassin and soon i alone will curl up with the cold black wings of the night mother herself surrounding me.. meanwhile i go about each task with a new zeal never betrayed by my quiet detached exterior.. except perhaps for a new dark glint in my eye?
i am lost in oblivion again..
oh yeah.. p.s.
another film bit from my archives:
for my mother
wouldn't she be proud?
benighted / opeth
come into this night
here we'll be gone so far away
from our weak and crumbling lives
come into this night
when days are done
lost and astray
in what's vanished from your eyes
what came and distorted your sight
saw you benighted by your fright
come into this night
your plight alone
carry your weight
you are flawed as all of us
come into this night
your only home
it's never too late to repent
suffer the loss
what came and distorted your sight
saw you benighted by your fright
come into this night
when you're able
to undo your deeds
and atone with your lonely soul
once you're into this night
all minds are stable
forget all your needs
lose the grip of all control
mailman / soundgarden
hello.. don't you know me?
i'm the dirt beneath your feet
the most important fool you forgot to see
i've seen how you giveth
and now i want you to receive
i'm sure that you would do the same for me
i know i'm headed for the bottom
i know i'm headed for the bottom
i know i'm headed for the bottom
but i'm riding you all the way..
for all of your kisses
turned to spit in my face
for all that reminds me which is my place
for all of the times when you made me disappear
this time i'm sure you'll know that i am here
i know i'm headed for the bottom
i know i'm headed for the bottom
i know i'm headed for the bottom
my place was beneath you
but now i am above
and now i send you a message of love..
ghost
she told me my heart was black as midnight and has named me 'listener' for my devoted silence..
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***crawls back out.. teeth chattering & scattering comic books..***
i'm kinda happy right now 'cause after all my hard work & thievery i am now an expert in 'sneak' and finally saved up enough gold to purchase my very own mansion! it has a wraparound covered porch, a balcony off of my upstairs bedroom overlooking a mermaid statue in a fountain, and a massive basement i can fill with treasure!!!
oh yeah, and it's haunted... but of course i'm ok with that...
there is now a link to my first ghostfilm down on the bottom right of the blog, as well as one on the left to an excerpt from the book toxic & i wrote about our childhood..
it's cold & we already have a nice big pumpkin on our front porch...
time to set up 'spookytown' in our bay window.. i love october!
plus, toxic's all excited 'cause she got a casper trick-or-treat bucket from jack-in-the-box!
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man, i hate me..
if i could think of any way it would benefit others for me to be gone, i would be..
'cause i'm just here killing miserable time.
i'm crawling into my snowcave for awhile...
(& i'm taking mr smith with me...)
xxx
xxx
your time is up
are you hungry?
are you sick?
are you begging for a break?
are you sweet?
are you fresh?
are you strung up by the wrists?
we want the young blood..
are you f r a c t u r i n g ?
are you torn at the seams?
would you do anything?
flea bitten? moth eaten?
we suck young blood..
we suck young blood..
won't let the creeping ivy
won't let the nervous bury me
our veins are thin
our river's poison
we want the sweet meats
we want young blood...
<<<<<<>>>>>>
while you make pretty speeches
i'm being cut to shreds..
you feed me to the lions
a delicate balance
& this just feels like spinning plates
i'm living in cloud cuckoo land
& this just feels like spinning plates
our bodies floating down a muddy river..
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i
can't
see
the
meaning
of
this
life
i'm
leading
i
try
to
forget
you
as
you
forgot
me
this
time
there
is
nothing
left
for
you
to
take
this
is
goodbye
...summer is miles and miles away
and no one would ask me to stay
and i should contemplate this change to
ease the pain
and i should step out of the rain..
turn away...
close
to
ending
it
all
i
am
drifting
through
the
stages
of
the
rapture
born
within
this
loss
thoughts
of
death
inside
tear
me
apart
from
the
core
of
my
soul
...summer is miles and miles away
and no one would ask me to stay
and i should contemplate this change to
ease the pain
and i should step out of the rain..
turn away...
(at times the dark is fading slowly
but it never sustains
would someone watch over me
in my time of need?)
...summer is miles and miles away
and no one would ask me to stay
and i should contemplate this change
to ease the pain
and i should step out of the rain..
turn away...
and i should contemplate this change
to ease the pain
and i should step out of the rain..
turn away.
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