ah fine, leave :p night.

victor- my friend is seeing them in chicago. i want to go SO BADLY. but next year is going to be the charm, i think, for me to see sy.

Yeah, I was bored in my speech class, and we weren't doing anythng so i wrote this poem.Hope you get to see them, they are good.

Lucy walking down the streets, raising hell,
Her eyes are blue, and black thin hair,
Lips pink and dull, very used,
The mind of this fallen angel is lost, in the haze of time.

Pills take her home, to the dreamscape of her own breakdown,
There no one is real, all made of burning paper,
They are burning in their brilliance,
Coming Down broken-hearted, and cold train wreck.

They wander aimlessly in time, looking for the next ride,
Going down the windblown towns,
Driving their minds and soul into the noise,
And Lucy calling the agents, to stop bringing her down.

Lucy picking up pennies, and throwing it at passerby angels,
Who in return sell her looks through their looks,
She shivers at the white cold stares,
And goes home to the white night light, burning out.

there's pictures of the harlem shakes on flickr from the session they did on woxy.com and they make me feel like a giddy teenybopper.

oh goodness, i love this.

Are you going to pull out your hair, and start crying?

Thanks schizo, I really appreciate that, since I took my time to edit it out, than just let it stand as it fell from my mind.

nah, i'm having a good night.

i did used to have a really bad habit of yanking out my hair. i could never keep my hands still and that hurt less than picking at my skin.

Oh that was a reference to the beatles. I used to, not much anymore pull out the hairs of my legs.

no problem

i still have my writer's block firmly in place but poetry is getting easier to write. it's more soothing to put to paper than sentences.

oh, i feel silly.

i knew a kid that did that. did it to kill time.

Yeah, I was sketching something else, but that did not take place, so I decided to rewrite it. I basically, wanted to speak about the devil in the time he was cast out of heaven. And I think I did it here. Lucy is short for lucifer, and angels are angels, but that is my secret word for humans, and time for life.

ah. i was thinking something like that, with lucy. that's really neat.

i have some poems written down in my notebook but they're lame. i think i'll keep them just as hard copies.

I pull my hair when I can't control my sorroundings, but thank god I am out of that now.

i start flapping my arms, which is the same thing i do when i'm really excited. it's kind of embarrassing but i really have no control over it.

Yeah, before I realize I leave a blank spot in my legs, and still want to pull out the hairs.

i had a small bald spot going because i'd just pull it out. at least at that age (i think 10) my hair was real layered so you couldn't tell too much.

Well at least it wasn't noticeable., I just realize I have horrible taste in music.

how so?

I can't stop listening to the Killers, and a lot of mainstream rock I actually like, but not that I would buy their record, but still like it when they paly it.

i really really love "when you were young". there's that line, "we're burning down the highway skyline..." that builds up to the chorus that is probably one of my favorite musical moments in a while.

yeah, i wouldn't buy it (mom did) because the killers only seem to make REALLY GOOD singles and fail to make good non-singles but if they come on the radio i listen.