PureVolume

numerology isn't for me, i hate math. it's too much work to calculate a life that will take it's own course.

I'm fucking fed up today.
I'm ready to give up today.
To pick your battles is a challange I have mastered beautifully,
but to pick what is right for me is what seems to be
lacking in a sense of wonder
where i will be tomorrow
is where i don't care to follow
with my eyes intently fixed
so fuck it.
I'm done with consequential love
and all of the above
forementioned
i wonder where my head is
only to find it's not far behind
to turn around and see i have been bound to a bed
which i have not awakened from, yet.
i've gone no particular place
where i can say i've been
my feet lie sore from the one-inch thick stone wall i walk
back and fourth with no return
each turn is a new path and i laugh
at myself for being too courageless to say
i want a brand new day
to wake next to you is just a dream
because when i am a wake you're fake
i'm made of nothing more than everything i am faced to be
why can't you just be real with me?
I'm fucking fed up today.
I'm ready to give up today.
To pick your battles is a challange I have mastered beautifully,
but to pick what is right for me is what seems to be
lacking in a sense of wonder
where i will be tomorrow
is where i don't care to follow
with my eyes intently fixed
so fuck it.
fuck consequential love.
fuck mediocrity.
fuck the illusion of you and me
i'm living day to day as i promised i would
and if you so should fall from my wall, then
you will be the egg and i will be the sun
can't carry yolk on fire
can not carry on.



that's it.

"Worst day of my life with a side of guilt, please"

I love jim carrey. I wish lived in a movie and i wish the credits were rolling.

Leave a Comment

i found this interesting...

Fire Painter - All Rights Reserved
Summer/Fall 2007

Suffering in kaleidoscopic dreams
These keys have been cracked but still he moves white
to black
All the while, endearing smiles..
These glassy eyes paralyze, holding our hearts down
New June year has come to fast.

We Paint With Fire But We Don't Love Anyone

Suddenly we've opened a hole in the sky
It's so bold.
So let's disconnect from every retrospect
These glassy eyes paralyze, holding our hearts down
New June year has come to fast.

We Paint With Fire But We Don't Love Anyone

My heart beats to the tempo of a jazz man playing
through haze
His voice dances with the beats that are motivated by
the unknown
The trembling sends shivers through the bodies of the
bystanders

We Paint With Fire But We Don't Love Anyone
We Paint With Fire Baby..
We Paint With Fire Baby..

Rendezvous With The Kidnappers

Leave a Comment

|+--+| a better mix

efffing BMTH september 21. I'm losing my mind. I can't wait.

Leave a Comment

|*-*| a mix tape

isn't that life?

Leave a Comment

Jaw Wide Shut

...Im so unbelievably bored I called the cops on the double parkers at the field by my house. I have sinister needs for kicks--it made me feel better momentarily as I made my way to my precious Rag Shop, which I drive up to only to find it was closed down!!! This has been a day! I was just there last week and now the building is condemned?!? Where am I to go with a pocket full of earned cash and an urge to get quicky art supplies so I can create? Im so bummed. This just added to my snore of a day. I think Im dying. My body hates me. My kidneys are plotting to shut down and I cant stop them. All I can do is wait and pop pills until the pain leaves only to pop up randomly and scare me again. Crap. Ive been so bored today. Its ridiculous. My only human contact was texting. I feel like the guy in that commercial for Virgin Mobile Penny Messaging, the one with his Jaw wired shut. Oh, and Im completely caught up on all the Day-Time-T-Tube-Draaama so if any one wants a dish, Ill throw it at you. I hate television, yet its been my only comfort all week. Parental Control is a funny show as is Shark Week on the Discovery Channel. Just so you know. Im thinking of moving the t.v. from the wall unit to my pillow so we can snuggle. Thatd be nice. . . . . . . . Anyway. Tomorrow Im supposed to be on t.v., but Im going to turn it down. Its so lame. I dont want to be on t.v. for my job. Eh. My boss is going to be pissed. Oh, well. This week has gone by so fast. My shifts have been long, though. I banked nearly 400! Its kinda depressing considering I used to make 400 a week now I make that every 2. . . I should really go back to stripping! just kidding. Thats gross and Id be a highly underpaid stripper. Anyway. Today sucked. Im not in the mood for anyone anymore. I could use some coffee. An Iced Grande Soy Marble Mocha Macchiato could sooo spin this night around. . . Oh, wait. Im not allowed to drink coffee for a month! Uhg! Ok, I need some positively positive Im going to go work on a painting or draw out new tats. --later
Xoxo,
--Eli

Leave a Comment