while you're off in some state strumming your bass, banging your drums, singing your heart out to beautiful girls in the front row.


Great Golden BabyWithout him I am an empty soul. Like an addict without thier needle.Great Golden Baby
The night was a glorious song, but now the slightest, familiar melody sends chills down my back... and tears down my face.
We laughed, We smiled, We had no care in the world.
Giddy and childish.
The strum of the Anthony's guitar, or the beat of your drums are all the same to me.
A simple reminder of what i've lost.


Freestyle"Wait! Where are you taking me?" "Downnnnn the rabit holeeee!!"Freestyle
The Lizard King. Blow. Lil' Baby. Cigarettes. Lots of 'em. The big blue house on the corner. Baccardi and pineapple juice on a summer's night.
Sleeping. Fucking. Drugging. On that shitty pull out bed in the basment of hell on earth. "Let your children play....."
Jim, I miss you. I miss your art. Your beautiful song. Your poetry. Your hair.
Today was a good day. The past


Side Street in Cranford.She hasn't been able to process what happened that night. The rejection. The usage. The prostitution.Side Street in Cranford.
Or at least he should have paid her.
Feeling the grip of his hand on her hair. Pulling & Pushing. The hot air of his breath down her neck.
He was a monster.


StorytimeEdith is a quiet girl. Mysterious and ugly, she says to herself. She keeps dark secrets, and hides many scars from those whom she loves, Cries herself to sleep in the same bed that feels ever so empty since the evening he walked out the door.Storytime
"Poor Edie." They say, pushing and pushing her further away from thier souls. All she ever wanted was to feel okay.
All 'poor Edie' needs is to feel whole again.
She's talented. Aparently. So He says. Sometimes.
The drugs have taken her. Numbed her. That's what Edith is talented in. Numbing.
Maybe a piece of plastic
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the thrill of blood comes instantly
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