One-A-Day

Pervasive uncouth unsanctioned ** There's a building down the lane, its windows blackened by years of abandonment and dust. They all drive past without so much as a glance but inside is a nothingness so complete inside is where i want to be send me to oblivion oblivion with you. ** Standing on the fault line, watching the space between my feet grow. If I keep treading two paths I'll be torn apart and tread no more. I can't cling to this branch and covet the ones above but abandoning the girl I was to pursue the me at the top of the mountain makes me free in place, terrified (of the potential). maybe i should welcome the fall, give in the tempting oblivion of the abyss... ** Your mine / you're mine ** Scum on the surface cloudy but acceptable beneath. nothing's pristine -- no, not anything worth substantial (having/being/wanting). ** Beneath the line lies a sine wave that isn't regular but one that peaks and falls at r...

you turn my insides out but only in a good way you destroy the power of my weaknesses and all I can do is thank you. and i feel more alive than i ever did before...

The tears don't come as often now but there's a well of salty water and its bucket never comes up empty. I'm still broken inside somehow but I'm learning to live again Don't feed my lies anymore; the truth cuts deep but it's better to accept the beauty of your life than to linger in the shadow of a dream. Death comes for all men, even you. ** He who casts the biggest shadow causes the biggest catastrophe / shatters the most glass ? / idk? when he falls.

take a step, recognize... the hot coals you're about to tread across. the fire inside you burns bright but it's running out of fuel and the world outside your skin just keeps burning with an eternal flame take a step, realize... sacrifice only pays off when rewards trump penance temporal utopia, you're no place to build a fortress. great minds don't meet on burning bridges so keep yours great and burn alone. ** time erodes what tears don't wash away ** time uproots saplings before they've the courage to invest in themselves. grow on, sapling, grow up to the sky grow on, sapling, grow deep in the earth. ** Look at me... ** Real life intrudes on so many things. ** Pineapple mysteries mango monstrositites each and every one of them fictional Synonymous synchrony telephonic telepathy undressing underpants welted weimeraners whimper wildly xeroxing x-rays exists to exonerate ex-convicts yonder: your younger years zany zo...

"You're perfectly fantastic," she said with a smile (the type of hyperbole that's going out of style). ** What I'm giving up is worth what I'm getting in exchange/return so I'll accept the sacrifice. ** There's life in these things. There are years in the spines of these books There's wisdom ground into the dust on the shelf. But while their lives may have held our memories These things don't hold our lives in their hands We're still here and it will be better soon. ** It's not that I don't appreciate the attention; I just cannot handle the way I react. My body betrays me with each passing moment; I'll be at your feet before much more time's passed. But this tale's a tragedy (didn't you hear?): When it's all over... ** Clouds crawl across the sky ** There's depth in simplicity, wisdom in silent confidence (or so I've been told; I've not been there yet).

Fire! Do I feed it or stamp it out? Fire! You struck that damn match when you walked out! The choice remains: Do I step out from the flames? Or do I pull you in here with me to dance on in the blaze? By the time, by the time the story's told we'll be ashes anyway! Forgiveness may set you free but revenge is so sweet. Fire, burning up my heart and mind! Fire steals your heart and then it robs you blind! Fiery tongues lick my wounds and stir my pain, But blood and tears can't hold a candle to this rage! By the time, by the time the story's told we'll be ashes anyway! Forgiveness may set you free but revenge is so sweet. By the time, by the time the story's told we'll be ashes anyway! Forgiveness may set you free but revenge is so sweet. ** Even better with music: Butcher the Baker .

Poetic regret * Song title: "If Only" * Super hype ballastic action You cannot add but love subtraction don't let a postscript go on Impactin' I can't replace that thing you're lacking so just go on and do you. (??) * El Mustachio, the dwarven warrior, had the biggest awesomest mustache until his battles led him into the lava pits of Farjeen. Farjeen was the center of operations for Dr. Evil-Pants (who swears he existed long before Mike Myers stopped killed people and marrying axe murderers and started the Austin Powers movies). Since he'd had this honorific for nearly fifteen years, El Mustachio kept it even after his singed skin had begun to blister and fall from his face.

It's not that I love you, It's not that I care; It's just that I miss every single thing when you're not standing there. It's not that I need you (I'm not as empty as I feel). The clouds in my eyes are only clear if you've waded in them before. I'm not gonna love you forever, I'm not gonna wish on a star that you'll be mine again. No, that would be childish and you stole all my innocence when you left. So I'll just deny that there's any heartache for me to forget. Some days I am haunted by a memory or two. I barely feel my broken heart if the distraction's good. So, "carpe diem" but I don't seize much these days why is karma so cavalier about the wounds that it makes? I'm not gonna love you forever, I'm not gonna wish on a star that you'll be mine again. No, that would be childish and you stole all my innocence when you left. So I'll just deny that there's any...

Thank you for calling, but fuck you. If this were an emergency like [ insert humorous emergency presented callously ], there would be someone on the phone. Instead, continue to listen to this crappy music and wait for another arbitrary length of time. If this is an emergency, call 9-1-1 or just let nature take its course and weed out the unfittest. ** Is it terrible that this post amuses me so much?

I see you I hear you I smell you I taste you I feel you with every step, every blink, every breath, everything. But you're not here... And I ache with every sight every sound every touch. All I taste is salty tears All I smell's the end... But don't worry: My world ended over here while you weren't looking I just have to keep moving, moving on.

Daily grind: Not all that hard but damn boring. When did life lose all its colors? What am I searching for and when will I find it? It's not that I need something new around every corner (I'm too old for that), but I need a little something more to care about or I just won't care at all. Life is more, oh, so much more than I'm living! Pursuing dreams means so much more than I'm giving and I don't know how to live life to the fullest when I'm running on empty! Close your eyes: What's left when you are all alone? I close mine: So rich the colors! It's the choice that's so hard; when will I make it? I've got more talents than I've any right to have and blessings overflow my cup, but I need a someone to steer me true or I just won't steer at all. Life is more, oh, so much more than I'm living! Pursuing dreams means so much more than I'm giving and I don't know how to live life to the full...

beautiful apathy trendy agony what we value in the midst of armageddon is only a breath away because we are killing ourselves ** "Baa" goes the sheep. The cattle are lowing but it's too low to hear so we follow the herd and we never stomp out our dissatisfaction because we never stop to hear our hearts and they all have the same beat now anyway ** in this black and white world all my cookie cutters fall to the floor and i don't fit inside their lines and yet i criticize myself for failure all because i cannot measure up to such tall ideals but who am i supposed to be if i don't have someone to look up to? who am i supposed to be if i don't have someone to copy? why is it so terrifying to set off alone? why can't i look back? ---> Orpheus?

boomity boomy boom crashity crash don't walk away too fast escape not the past hakuna matata is a phrase, not a sentence. to forget who you were leads to repeating your past and by failing to learn from the steps that you take you increase exponentially the mistake that you'll make.

you seem to think i have something to say but that's not how it works sometimes. just let me speak nonsense and i'll whisper those nothings until you're a million miles away too ** hold me close in your brutal arms -- they hold so much power and yet such restraint! their range of intensity and purpose impresses me at the same time that it scares me to death. ** i can't get away but don't think that i want to i'm scared by how much that i need you i'm afraid i can't handle the thought that you might one day want to walk out of my life

What's out there? Who might I be if I weren't me? ** Take a leap... ** What's out there: A better version of myself? Or could it the curse of temptation / a curse to tempt / a tempting curse (pulling me from my intended/destined path)? ** What is going on in this big dark world? Who here is in charge in/of this cold, deep hole? (What the fuck is happening?) **

I'm winded -- chasing hypotheticals. I'm winded -- they run so far so fast. I'm wounded -- by our missed opportunities. I'm wounded -- by dreams that might have been. What will you be to me tomorrow? (Today you mean nothing at all.) But there is something inside me that makes me question myself. Who could I be with you tomorrow? (Today I mean nothing at all.) I wonder -- if grass is green where you are. I wonder -- will my thumbs tend or bruise? I torture -- myself creating fantasies. I torture -- the world oscillating. What will you be to me tomorrow? (Today you mean nothing at all.) But there is something inside me that makes me question myself. Who could I be with you tomorrow? (Today I mean nothing at all.) [bridge] Today I mean nothing at all. ** If you haven't already caved to my requests, make it up to me by LIKING the band that added a melody to these lyrics: Butcher the Baker .

You stay silent, so afraid to engage, in fear that you'll go getting carried away. ** I'd rather have your hatred than your apathy / apathetic ambivalence. Your indifference is more painful than your ire. ** Give me anger, just don't give me fake smiles / plaster a smile on your face (to appease me) ** Your indifferent posture hurts much more than your ire ** Just going through the motions, I'm an empty husk when you look at me. ** I can't have it all, but I want you to have a chance to ** Not knowing if you're okay makes it hard for me to be. ** The indifference differential / different / indifferent ... [word play] ** Crucial crushing credibility [word play] ** Wonderful wind tremble fright things pretty in daylight go bump / sound scary / take harrowing looks into your soul at night

Tell me something -- something I shouldn't know. Don't waste my time now -- I can't take that from you. To act so proper feels a bit like a sin. How can you small-talk me when you know where we've been? I've tried and tried to walk away and maybe will someday. So, what happened to the intimacy? We used to make love; now you won't look at me! Tell me what I did so I can make it right. If you deny me, then I'm leaving tonight! I've tried and tried to walk away and maybe will someday. [bridge] To act to proper feels a bit like a sin. How can you small talk me when you know where we've been? I've tried and tried to walk away and maybe will someday. ** Another great tune from Butcher the Baker (LIKE us on Facebook).

Wonderous ponderosa ponderous poindexters propagate prior to population ** Stretch the truth, hide the lies. Censor your words but shout with your eyes. ** Whether explicit or just a suggestion, the truth of expression is in its reflection. For every action we happen to act, there is a reaction that comes echoing back.

You get up; I lie down. You throw all of your fortune around, but my fortune's not money. No, my pockets are empty. But my spirit is moving and I got so much soul. I lie down; you get up. Put a little more drink in this cup 'cause I just can't be sober until this night is over. But my spirit is moving and I got so much soul. [long instrumental break] I get up; kick you out. There will be no more fooling around 'cause I wasted too much time. Gon' get on with my own life 'cause my spirit is moving and I got so much soul. ** Another awesome tune from Butcher the Baker . If you haven't liked us yet on Facebook, do yourself a favor and get on that. :)

Forget the truth; just feed me lies, 'cause lies are all I have to hold onto now that that truth is that you're gone. Who went and told you you could leave when I was not done needing you? I'm not strong enough alone! Who will save me now from myself? This tortured heart will pull me under. I'm drowning in myself and there's nowhere to hide. How cruel this joke that says that I need your help to get over you! Will I ever laugh again? When I was young, you told me: "Want it bad enough and you can have anything!" All I'm wanting now is you! Who will save me now from myself? This tortured heart will pull me under. I'm drowning in myself and there's nowhere to hide. One day, maybe, I won't need you standing beside me holding hands. But that doesn't mean I won't want you still! There's so much doubt in this head of mine and my heart isn't quite ready to find a way out of it on my own. Who will...

on the surface of the moon my feet are as light as my cares tonight but my world's just as empty and the space just as dark and the moon dust obscures the best stars in the sky so I look deep inside and I search for deeper meaning but I've been running on bingo fuel since long before we landed. the craters are only deep enough to cradle my head as I lie down to cry or fall down to die -- time will answer that riddle

i'm feeling needy but I shouldn't be you've got a life and a world that's not supposed to revolve around me. I keep willing my phone to ring, aching for a mere vibration to assure me you're still there. it's clear you're not here, but you shouldn't be anyway... but my heart's crying out for you even though it shouldn't weep it's grateful for today but can't help but ache for tomorrow you don't scare me the way you used to your words aren't a pathway to hell but your eyes and the way you exhale every breath give me a taste of brimstone and fire