tears of sin and solace
we were both wrong. you know it, i know it, she knows it, he knows it.
they were innocents, lost spectators and eventually unwilling participants to something that was never meant to be. i can almost hear the 'i told you so's echoing in the distance... this box of forgotten sighs was bound to be discovered; just sooner or by accident. regardless of how unconceivably twisted and sour things have become, maybe it's a blessing in disguise for truth and totality.
it is a fault to which i will admit to, something unfortunately, you share with me in the time that will span the ages.
he calls me naive, a little puppet in your court of deceit and amusement.
brainwashed and tainted by words that speak veiled cruel intentions... tonight you proved that?
she probably doesn't think too much of me. she has no need to feel threatened. after all, it was just fun and games, were they not?
you of all people should know better. did you find your piece of the puzzle?
i'm standing in a circle for two; an emotional revolver to my chest.
what is done, is done.
the little mistakes we make that snowball, the fingers that we point because we are afraid... and the empty kisses you blow to preserve what you have because you can't have all that you want.
in the end, it is i who take the bullet.
but everything will be all right... because no one wants to remember. no one should.
but no one forgets either.
i am so scared. i've never been this terrified before; telling him everything even though there is a huge price of desolation to pay. with all the shit that has hit the fan and is on a rapid spiral downwards, at the end of the day, the only person worth dying (if it comes to that) for and sacrificing everything i have is him.
it has always been him...
not you, not her...
only him.
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I want to swing! And by swing, I mean Lindy. You perverts.
It's tough. Everyone here just wants to Salsa. I won't disagree that Salsa is one hell of an enticing dance, but the shallow-minded fucks here are too busy worried about how good they look (or how good their partner make them look etc etc) instead of actually dancing and having fun. Boys, you know you're one of the shallow assholes if you've only asked a girl to dance because she's hot (even though she's got two left feet) and you ask the butt ugly/average-looking ones to dance ONLY if they're damn good at what they do... then honestly, you don't really deserve to dance, period.
She's the picture, you're the frame. It's your job (or rather, leading ability) to make her look good.
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Do not flash out pics of Malaysian food on your blog again! Even if you do, post a link to it maybe? It makes my george foreman grill taste like dogfood. Grilled stingray, holy sweet blessing of a paladin!
weeeell mike, more of a reason for you to come home yes? ;) the panda is coming home on the 2nd lol you can join him in his eating romp and shit fire for a couple of days xD