I wanna be your love
I wanna make you cry
And sweep you off your feet

I wanna hurt your pride
I wanna slap your face
I wanna paint your nails
I wanna make you scream
I wanna braid your hair
I wanna kiss your friends
I wanna make you laugh
I wanna dress the same
I wanna defend you
I wanna squeeze your thighs
I wanna kiss your eyelids
And corrupt your dreams

I wanna crash your car
I wanna scratch your cheeks
I wanna make you sick
I wanna sell you out
Want to expose your flaws

I wanna steal your things
I wanna show you off
I wanna tell you lies
I wanna write you books
I wanna turn you on
I wanna make you come
200 times a day

I wanna dry your tears
Every time you're sad
I wanna be what's happening
I wanna be your only friend
I only go all the way

This time I'm not pretending
I can't take the trash
Your trashy friends are spreading about us
They got like fifty personalities
Oh girl, that's so messed up
You see that sculpture on the hill
That's where she queered me out
Forever
They're monitoring my self conscious massacres, I know
Bringing it closer to the surface so it's easily pervertable

I want to be a beast
I want to make you proud
And play with your head
I want to take you out
Make you feel adored
And buy you everything
I want to hurt you bad
Make you paranoid
And say the sweetest things
I want to help you grow
And for eternity
I want to be your what's happening
What's happening


gallery piece - of montreal

yay!

143! 143! 143!

ugh.

i will murder this swedish boy who plays euro and house until the wee hours of the morning.

1. snookered - dan deacon
2. tine - villa
3. orange appled - cocteau twins
4. silver trembling hands - the flaming lips
5. ce matin la - air
6. down in the park - gary numan
7. daniel - bat for lashes
8. dot - gonzalez
9. seeds may fall - portland cello project

i honestly don't like shoegaze as much as it appears, it's just easy to fall asleep to.

i've change my clothes so much everyday.

i like mail (HINT.)

i daydream now.

i like 50 minute classes.

i get to see munch.

* * *

joy.

"rob a bank" by the butterflies of love.

this seriously freaks me out.

lately i've been listening to:

drive - the cars

wildcat - ratatat

walking on a dream - empire of the sun

take me with u - prince

let's see.

i'm starting to accept more food.

when i don't have the luxury of my mother making me whatever i please...i have to embrace what is given to me.

SO! eating more fruits and vegetables. go me.

so, do i miss san antonio yet?

no.

i just can't explain it.

but it's just surging through my body.

PANDORA.

i've been an avid listener of the cocteau twins as of late.

it's so dreamy; i absolutely love it.

i also esteem immense admiration how she doesn't even speak a language when she sings, just jibberish. why admiration? i mean, it's not that difficult to sing jibberish...

anyway.

these last two weeks i have are so befuddling.

i really embrace what lays ahead.

...

well, goodnight.

WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH ME

nothing.

my motivation for writing has become obsolete.

did you know the human body is taller in the morning than in the evening?

also, our stomach produces new lining every 3 days so it doesn't digest its own acids.

and for men, having orgasms frequently reduces the risk of prostate cancer.

interesting, huh?