you, your hand in mine

'if neurotic is wanting two exclusive things at one and the same time then i'm neurotic as hell. i'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.'

buddy put his hand on mine.

'let me fly with you'

he said

ive known you for a million years

there is no episode 10

only once

i think of your journeying into the abstract. thats a cool journey.

only once

we had the time

only now

riddled in ideals

ripped up inside.

only now i get invited in - where my surface gets scratched up and eaten.

unlike you, i had it easy

omg

HIGH on life.

with the help of:

leftfield

bare branches

social interaction

bob dylan

pumpkin seeds

rolling hills

red berries

morning mist

clear skies

radiohead

radiohead

radiohead

playing guitar every day

walking fast

laughing

japanese

cleaning

precision

telling it like it is

thanks.

damn that elephant in the room

incase you wondered

we don't change, we adapt

gemini

roses are red violets are blue im schizophrenic and so am i

chat in amsterdam

If we're having so much fun, how come I'm crying every Monday? Is it just to cancel out the laughter from Thursday 'til Sunday? I spend the next two days in bed and wonder what it's all about, and when I start to feel okay I know it's time to go back out. I've had the same look on my face for the last two lonely years. Twenty-four months of bargain pills, cheeky lines and stolen beers. In all the pictures that I've got, my eyes are so black and wide, and if you look long enough you'll see there's not much life inside. A new host for my heart is what I thought I'd never find but fate, as always, intervened. And now I've got a girl in mind, and I'm meeting her next week when we get back home to Glasgow. That's if we even make it and don't get buried in the Dutch snow. And if my instincts are right, I will fall in love and then we can have a laugh from time to time, but you won't see me there again. When I get home in the morning, Trisha's hosting a debate - If you don't like the fish you're catching then you've got to change the bait.

prettya

Sick of drugs and dancing feet
Sick of bars where people meet
Smell of crotch and sheets not clean
Hairy men in magazines
Every city looks the same
Running from the threat of rain
Pillow talk that's just for one
Saturday get nothing done

Lie to me
It takes less time
To drink you pretty

Lie to me
It takes less time
To drink you pretty

Human seas of apathy
Nuclear catastrophy
Jumbos crash into the ground
Governments sleep safe and sound
Mornings glisten cold and bright
Organs stolen every night
Can of beans and fast boquet
Double jackpot give away

Lie to me
It takes less time
To drink you pretty