Voodoo 4 The Face In The CrowdV1 I made a little wax thing. It was you. I pushed my fingerprints into the skin and left it in the sun to dream you lessVoodoo 4 The Face In The Crowd
than ice, to get beneath
your carapace.
Chorus The thing is you think little of the candle-people but they think of you. The wood yearns for the nail and saw. I thought you were the one for about an hour on Sunday evening But you're not, you're not, you're not.
V2 At least I'm in good company with all
your fans, disfigured by the flicker of the flame We are all fire scarred with melt-blurred eyes and heart
Radio DiariesEvan would’ve said I had better things to do than fiddle with this old machine, but what does he know, what does a dead guy know, anyway? It’s been. Maybe three weeks, maybe four, god I don’t know. It’s dark. Is anybody listening to this? He used to spend the days making game plans, hundreds of them, all over the walls in permanent marker till he ran out of ink, then with his jack knife till he ran out of wall, then just talking, pacing and talking all day long – this is how we break out of the bunker, this is what we do if the Geiger readings are low enough, this is how we get back to the city, this route has the besRadio Diaries
snippetkissed her, kissed her static system stuck to blistered skin ecstatic, sister give me back my memories of sin-- unstuck, the trickster. tick the billet take the ballot; let me in.snippet
Shift PhaseWake. The change has come. Rise from your bed and breathe in:Shift Phase
the smell of incense and the sea (a landlocked
city). Is it not the light of dawn that hovers
at the edge of sky? Southeast has spun – no
all the world has spun. Directions are no longer
meaningful. Take hold
the railing, venture down to
street. The morning rush begins, unheeding of the
shift, the altering; the fabric of the world is
irrevocably unpicking at the seams. Wake:
breathe it in. You are the
still not ded
-The Lastwear Crew
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When the Apocalypse comes you'll want to be dressed for it!
-and now you can be Lastwear.com
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Yeah, well you'll be first up against the wall, come the revolution!
(Just take the NOSPAMPLZKTHNX out of my email adress - sensible precautions and all.)
L.P.E.
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"Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up." -Pablo Picasso
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"The tips at the ends of shoelaces are called aglets. Their true purpose is sinister."
The Question, JLU
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Now we sing dis stupid song!
Sing it as we run along!
Why we sing dis we don't know!
We can't make der words rhyme prop'ly!
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"My favorite kind of wine is beer."
~schattenjager-guild ORIGINAL CHARACTER CLUB
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Un libro es un espejo, sólo podemos encontrar en él lo que ya llevamos dentro.
"La sombra del viento", Carlos Ruiz Zafón
A book is a mirror, we can only find on it what we already have inside us.
"The shadow of the wind", by Carlos Ruiz Zafón
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