Obsessed..

With Gossip Girl...very unhealthy.

In your glasshouse..

Heavy is the head that wears that crown.

If..

sugar coated..

I refuse to sugar coat situations,
just for your minds clear temptations
but I know, deliberation

it's killing you and I.

Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?

Written by Joyce Carol Oates in 1966.
Inspired by and written for Bob Dylan after hearing It's All Over Now, Baby Blue.
Written after three murders committed by Charles Schmid in Tuscon, Arizona.
Read it.





It's All Over Now, Baby Blue.-Bob Dylan


You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out all the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your street
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
Your empty-handed armies, they are going home.
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

Leave your stepping stones behind, there's something that calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

To know is to feel,

I am terrible, really.

It's In Your Blood-Lydia.

I can't stay over you.
It seems we drive forever but can never get away from here,
just one more try.
I'm guessing you are over me, I guess it's bravery.
Well cause it's black out the window while you sleep in the passenger seat.
It's gone.

Oh when it's always on your mind but you never speak of the name.
It's in your blood and face and I'm certain it's fame.
So I stayed out in the car cause the weather had gotten to me.
But its really these road signs and freeways that I can't take.

This can't be how you live.
It's like a, a ball and chain around your waist or this simple state.
Your mind's sick again.
I'm tasting nothing but 4 words, "please don't leave me".
And it's Dark in the winter so your ideas start to sleep.

Well your head is spinning like that carousel,
and I know you're a mess after 3 or 4.
But if you make it different then we'll make our way to the surface,
and your favorite place.
Where we sit, and we breath.
cause I know all the words and I sing you everything.
Well they're just thoughts so go ahead and speak.
So pick out what you like and call me when you're on the way.
You can spend the night and hope to sleep all day.
For me its just another week, twenty eight was once how I dreamed.
And with your scent on my face I can leave and have you for days.

I still can't see you.
The summer came and we got lost, all of us.
You are nothing with out her.
I still wont remember your face,
the features mix too well with this alcohol.
So we cover ourselves in your fear,
and stay to watch that moon disappear under these lights.
This city, this city's screaming at me.
And as you breathe the words I better go.
The sun is up and taking back all the shadows that covered this ground,
and our feet, like a blanket of coal.

Why do you come around,

Everything is all fucked up right now.

What the fuck is wrong with me?..#!@%@@#

Right there with you in your glasshouse.


GRANTED.

Call me crazy but..

I find Lady Gaga to be very inspiring. She has this element that nobody else has had for a very long time, I would go as far as to say she is a combination of Madonna/Micheal Jackson/Marilyn Manson/Prince sprinkled with some Britney Spears. She is oozing with great dance music and powerful fashion sense. I enjoy watching everything she has created so far and believe she has a lot of talent. I hope she continues to create and entertain by pushing the envelope a bit further every time.

Lady Gaga |MTV Music

We drive, we drive.
You make me feel alive.
and in all my pride, I never lied.

It's those blue eyes, that mock those skies.

It's 9:38 PM

I have been sitting on the computer too long, but that is beside the point. I was just looking at some old friends and people of my past and it's just sad. Most of what I see makes me think about how it use to be, what those people use to say. Then I look at myself and I have changed too. Everyone has changed...it feels weird now.




I am so tired of taking things for granted.