December 2011
American Dreams
Cartel
Cartel - American Dreams
November 2011
“When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep.
When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep.
Praise God for those two insomnias!
And the difference between them.
For What You Believe In
Dream On Dreamer
Dream On, Dreamer - For What You Believe In
just looked through probably 10 pages of your blog and i discovered you also like man overboard. awesome, awesome. they are so great. oh and i love all the posts of always sunny xD
That’s cool. I thought I was like the only one who looked through pages and pages of other people’s blogs, and yeah, Man Overboard is the shit. It’s Always Sunny is too!
The Truth Is...
Major League
Major League - The Truth Is…
Hang Out
City Lights
City Lights - Hang Out
I Don't Like You, Whatsoever
Major League
Major League - I Don’t Like You, Whatsoever
“Little dark girl with
Kind eyes
When it comes time to
Use the knife
I won’t flinch and
I won’t blame
You,
As I drive along the shore alone
As the palms wave,
The ugly heavy palms,
As the living does not arrive
As the dead do not leave,
I won’t blame you,
Instead
I will remember the kisses
Our lips raw with love
And how you gave me
Everything you had
And how I
Offered you what was left of
Me,
And I will remember your small room
The feel of you
The light in the window
Your records
Your books
Our morning coffee
Our noons our nights
Our bodies spilled together
Sleeping
The tiny flowing currents
Immediate and forever
Your leg my leg
Your arm my arm
Your smile and the warmth
Of you
Who made me laugh
Again.
Little dark girl with kind eyes
You have no
Knife. The knife is
Mine and I won’t use it
Yet.” —Raw With Love - Charles Bukowski
Kind eyes
When it comes time to
Use the knife
I won’t flinch and
I won’t blame
You,
As I drive along the shore alone
As the palms wave,
The ugly heavy palms,
As the living does not arrive
As the dead do not leave,
I won’t blame you,
Instead
I will remember the kisses
Our lips raw with love
And how you gave me
Everything you had
And how I
Offered you what was left of
Me,
And I will remember your small room
The feel of you
The light in the window
Your records
Your books
Our morning coffee
Our noons our nights
Our bodies spilled together
Sleeping
The tiny flowing currents
Immediate and forever
Your leg my leg
Your arm my arm
Your smile and the warmth
Of you
Who made me laugh
Again.
Little dark girl with kind eyes
You have no
Knife. The knife is
Mine and I won’t use it
Yet.” —Raw With Love - Charles Bukowski
