on the day of Judgement
you'll be there watching over..
watching
praying
hoping...
to see if my soul rises
to meet you one day
in a place we won't remember each others faces...

theres a guy sitting next to me and i have no idea who he is. i think he's stalking me stalking me stalking me in my sleep walk walking walking walking walking walking walking my foots twitching uncontrollably cause thats the way i dance. sometimes i'll wake in the middle of the night and see this guy standing there in his ugly green cap and ugly grey shirt with his belly hanging out and hands on his keyboard like he wants to chat with me but i'm too cool for that, i wont even walk by where all the kids hang out cause i'm too cool for them too. theres this girl who got a 5 on her quiz that was out of 20 and i just wanna cuss her out for being so stupid and lame even though she speaks it perfectly. behind me is a guy who makes an announcement for who the hell knows what, i dont even think he knows and i just wanna tear the sheets that he holds in his hand cause it wont do anybody any good. not me anyway. but then i talk to him for a bit and feel bad that i ever thought that. theres a different girl next to me now and she's in her pink shirt and the same pair of jeans that i think she wears everyday. i just remember cause they never have pockets on the butt and i think that looks funny. she's in my class and i think she looks at me sometimes, i dont know why and she just looked over my screen right now to see what i was looking at. she knows. theres kids at the bell tower and they're handing out flyers for a party that i could never see myself at and i regret it cause the flyers have tyler durden on them and i start to feel left out and stupid cause i would have liked to hang out with tyler durden and the other guys and caused some mayhem. burn shit down and blow buildings up, but nobody gets hurt except robert paulsen. the ring leader orders them to 'get to it', i guess he meant to pass them out, and i thought to myself this guy must think he's some shit with his stupid chinese character tattoos that probably mean dragon or something stupid, but i didn't wanna beat him up or anything. but i'm sure i could have. i'm sure i could have. i wanna write a song for you, something thats pure and pretty and cute and all those nice things, something that you'll hear and never forget the rest of your life. i wanna write a song like that, except my guitars suck and wont stay in tune and my drums sound flat and dull and my rhythms off and everything sounds...so like me. let me start over and give it another try cause it goes fast, and you think of the past. oh yes we're falling down oh yes we're falling down oh yes we're falling down oh yes we're falling down. theres a guy sitting next to me and i have no idea who he is

Tuesday, April 06, 2004

When the walls bend, when the walls bend
With your breathing, with your breathing
When the walls bend, when the walls bend
With your breathing, with your breathing
With your breathing

They will suck you down to the other side
To the shadows blue and red, shadows blue and red
Your alarm bells, your alarm bells
Shadows blue and red, shadows blue and red
Your alarm bells, your alarm bells

They should be ringing
This is the gloaming
Gloaming-Radiohead

Western Ave. Los Angeles, by an adult bookstore.

i want wind to blow...

how to disappear completely

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