domenica, gennaio 29, 2006

 
il fatto che una mia fotografia sia inspiegabilmente finita a fare da segnalibro in un saggio sui cadaveri è tutto fuorchè benaugurante.
Miss Ann Thropy bitched about this at 1:22 AM.

 
Some say in the darkest places, love can grow
This solitary romance we'll never know
Well it's this coffin break I'm staging to the road that leads me back to you
Will be the miracle I gave up everything to only be with you
Can't seem to shake the loneliest curse of all
Eternity with just a memory
I've seen your picture a million times three sixes and a melody of
Singing vice and a varice in the chains you chose to be our dress for
My funeral for two a carnival in blue
Can't seem to shake the loneliest curse of all
Eternity spent chasin' what I shun
All is ghost in memory and poison in the sun
In the sun...na na na they bury us in the sand
na na na together hand in hand
I can't seem to shake the loneliest
Curse of all eternity spent chasing what i was
All is ghost in memory and poison in the sun
Miss Ann Thropy bitched about this at 12:31 AM.