Bazooka.

Triple X Throwdown

snow consumed me.
i was in the belly of a beast
and with an guttural roar
he swallowed up my existence
now i sit here, and drag my ciggerate
and drink my tea
but do you ever really think im listening?
suggestions, conversate, repeat as neccesary.


American Idol, wow!

i am losing touch of my sanity
making an effort requires paitence
you've been gone two days and already i miss you.
i search through the house, finding things that are you.
the things you touch, the things you love.
and yet it doesnt soothe.
until i found the blanket that you kept in the study
and as i combed through it, to remind me of you.
i found the spot, where everything about your being was compressed.
and i smiled.

We could be so much better, if we just rid ourselves of this.

lets torch the house down
yeah lets get rid of the whole damn place
starving mouths hunger for self-gratification
and if need be, suicide in the form of ill-conceived choices.
a condom full of vultures clawing at your neck
yeah, decisions are getting a little bit easier now
and just think about what we did
yeah, we could of been 17
striving to be first, but finishing last.