thebeercure
back together and no real reason why,
our lives married up and melded together like the end of the world
is coming
for us.
maybe because of us.
probably that.
so we make our plan and get out of dodge,
running from the mess that we make
and stopping only to light the pipe.
to a future favor, favorite for life. it's how we work and how it's run. forever and a day, this life applied to a love and lip. sun goes down and it goes away like the fading color on his skin. blood drips.
wondering when it will end itself, this feeling within me that doesn't belong. this passion that shouldn't exist. this fake desire to need and be with someone that doesn't want to be with me. destroy from the inside and take care of the outside.
he's crafted his sound to become his soul in words.
she's a peanut but full of love and passion, emotion and energy. she's a bee and a ball of fire.
the end of the season for the packers came at the hands of the niners, something that i really wish wouldn't have happened. was really looking forward to going to NOLA again and enjoying all that there is to offer there, seeing him again and doing it the way it is meant to be done.
never sure where i'm going and always willing to get lost on the way. somehow i've got a sort of path. still sort of willing to deviate but so exciting to get out of here and see the world. i know it will be worth it have my hammock in the sun. right there between in the trees by the speakers and my hut.
so happy for what's to come, haven't let the water run down my cheeks in what feels like years. all this hard work and it's finally going to happen: his success. all this straining and work, all this effort and love. finally amounting to The Majors. the label and the docu. the fun and the games. the win. it's here.
best at what he does, the wordsmith expels his venom as though he knows just how to kill.
bible thumping liar.
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