So climb walls,
Thin my blood now
And I crawl, back to bed now
What the hell, gotta rest
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Aching pain in my chest
Lucky me, now I'm set
Little bug for a pet
New Orleans, gotta get
Pin cushion medicine
Used to be curious
Now the shit's sustenanceSubmitted on Fri, 2010-02-26 09:44 — burgundybabe
So come bite the apple
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I'm run down
Like Sodom to Gomorrah, all dead now
So please stop to laugh, and pity me
My soul means well, but I'm sorry
My skin it is weathered and I'm nervous, yes I am
My future was in my hands till I washed it all away
Washed it all awaySubmitted on Fri, 2010-02-26 09:23 — burgundybabe
I'm just waiting on that dream
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'cause the fast ones always ride for free.Submitted on Fri, 2010-02-26 09:18 — burgundybabe
Said Lord please give me what I need
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He said there's pain and misery
Oh sweet oblivion feels alrightSubmitted on Fri, 2010-02-26 09:09 — burgundybabe
“For me,” said Sherlock Holmes, “there still remains the cocaine bottle.” And he stretched his long white hand up for it.
Complete Quote...Submitted on Wed, 2009-12-30 18:48 — Gabrielle
It's okay
Had a bad day
Hands are bruised from breaking rocks all day
Drained and blue
I bleed for you
You think it's funny, well you're drowning in it too
Everyday it's something hits me all so cold
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Find me sitting by myself, no excuses, then I knowSubmitted on Tue, 2009-12-01 16:26 — Anonymous
Did you hear the distant lie
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Calling me back to my sin
Like the one you knew before
Calling me back once againSubmitted on Tue, 2009-12-01 16:16 — Anonymous
Life was good
before I
met
the monster.
After,
life
was great.
At
least
for a little while.
Complete Quote...Submitted on Fri, 2009-09-04 09:41 — Anonymous
Ever see a hot shot hit, kid? I saw the Gimp catch one in Philly. We rigged his room with a one-way whorehouse mirror and charged a sawski to watch it. He never got the needle out of his arm. They don't if the shot is right. That's the way they find them, dropper full of clotted blood hanging out of a blue arm. The look in his eyes when it hit--Kid, it was tasty...
Complete Quote...Submitted on Thu, 2009-03-19 13:31 — Gabrielle
This afternoon's task was to introduce us to the works of William Shakespeare, and once again I was completely captivated by his charm and skill. [..] I loved the undercurrent of hostility that lay beneath the surface of this deceptively beautiful language. It seemed a shame that people no longer spoke this way, and I undertook a campaign to reintroduce Elizabethan English to the citizens of North Carolina.
'Perchance, fair lady, thou dost think me unduly vexed by the sorrowful state of thine quarters,' I said to my mother as I ran the vacuum cleaner over the living-room carpet she was inherently too lazy to bother with. 'These foul specks, the evidence of life itself, have sullied not only thine shag-tempered mat but also thine character. Be ye mad, woman? Were it a punishable crime to neglect thine dwellings, you, my feeble-spirited mistress, would hang from the tallest tree in penitence for your shameful ways. Be there not garments to launder and iron free of turbulence? See ye not the porcelain plates and hearty mugs waiting to be washed clean of evidence? Read more »
Complete Quote...Submitted on Thu, 2009-03-19 13:30 — Gabrielle