http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/ drunkshipesp - LiveJournal.com Sun, 06 Nov 2005 07:25:04 GMT LiveJournal / LiveJournal.com drunkshipesp 6468069 personal http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/18503.html Sun, 06 Nov 2005 07:25:04 GMT http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/18503.html "And when you left that day<br />I thought you'd be back again<br />She's my baby girl<br />She'll come back for sure<br />But *faggot don't you know<br />That she's not yours to hold<br />And she can't hold you back<br />One more drink one more heart attack<br />And *faggot what'd you do<br />Cause now you're losing you<br />Why would you lose that girl<br />*hey I loved you<br />*hey I loved you" http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/18503.html public 0 http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/17953.html Tue, 01 Nov 2005 04:44:35 GMT http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/17953.html Yeah, you always look innocent don't you, in mirrors. <br />The way the marks on your face speak of your days. <br />Each long night you seemed to have forgotten about takes a toll on the beauty you so graciously disregard. <br />The cheap scent in the air has trapped you here. <br />Hotel bathrooms bring out your eyes, yeah. <br />You're so busy wondering where the ocean will take you.<br />As if the sand won't be your end. http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/17953.html public 0 http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/17790.html Tue, 01 Nov 2005 04:23:57 GMT http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/17790.html "the car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheel<br />and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides<br />and a dark wind blows <br />the government is corrupt<br />and we're on so many drugs<br />with the radio on and the curtains drawn <br /><br />we're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine<br />and the machine is bleeding to death <br /><br />the sun has fallen down<br />and the billboards are all leering<br />and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles" http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/17790.html public 0 http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/17460.html Sun, 30 Oct 2005 05:02:09 GMT http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/17460.html They met him at the cemetery.<br />All his family and friends.<br />They shot him there. http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/17460.html public 0 http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/17219.html Fri, 28 Oct 2005 02:55:46 GMT http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/17219.html So I am back to writing and crumpling up scraps of wordpad documents. Heh.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Suddenly the girls face became snow white with a blank stare. <br />A thousand pores opened up and she flushed herself dry. <br />Her museum sculpture face now a living room table top. http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/17219.html public 0 http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/17042.html Sun, 02 Oct 2005 20:43:54 GMT http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/17042.html Impale yourself upon this bed of nails you little slut. http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/17042.html public 0 http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/16668.html Sun, 02 Oct 2005 20:42:53 GMT http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/16668.html Impale yourself upon this bed of nails you little slut. http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/16668.html public 0 http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/16477.html Sun, 02 Oct 2005 20:41:44 GMT http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/16477.html Impale yourself upon this bed of nails you little slut. http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/16477.html public 0 http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/16272.html Sun, 02 Oct 2005 20:37:23 GMT http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/16272.html Impale yourself upon this bed of nails you little slut. http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/16272.html public 0 http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/16102.html Sun, 02 Oct 2005 20:35:10 GMT http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/16102.html Impale yourself upon this bed of nails you little slut. http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/16102.html public 0 http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/15826.html Sun, 02 Oct 2005 20:32:08 GMT http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/15826.html Impale yourself upon this bed of nails you little slut. http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/15826.html public 0 http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/15520.html Sun, 02 Oct 2005 20:28:36 GMT http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/15520.html And I watch as you undress<br />tragedy <br />but in retrospect you’ll clothe <br />in your regret. <br />So disgrace me with her wine stained lips. http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/15520.html public 0 http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/15140.html Sun, 02 Oct 2005 20:11:40 GMT http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/15140.html Impale yourself upon this bed of nails you little slut. http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/15140.html public 0 http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/14902.html Wed, 14 Sep 2005 06:16:08 GMT http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/14902.html I remember how we kissed.<br />I kissed you.<br />One night as forever.<br /><br />And I miss you. <br />Are you glad I'm finally gone? <br />I'm so sorry to hear that.<br />I'm so sorry. <br />I'm so sorry.<br /><br />Have I hurt you? <br />I have hurt myself.<br />These sad songs won't change anything. http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/14902.html public 0 http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/14799.html Sun, 11 Sep 2005 04:33:21 GMT http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/14799.html Empty whiskey barrel, smoking shotgun barrel. http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/14799.html public 0 http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/14478.html Sun, 11 Sep 2005 04:29:15 GMT http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/14478.html Yes; These aren't words quickly scribbled on torn pages of a green covered fucking notebook. This doesn't end the way depressing books end. This doesn't end. This isn't a book. This is alive, and living. This isn't romance. This isn't a fucking diary. This will not flow phantasmagorically. This isn't passionate. Vanity? No. Empathy? Yeah, or close enough. http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/14478.html public 0 http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/14203.html Sun, 11 Sep 2005 04:27:31 GMT http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/14203.html They even had a fucking lobby. Lobby for what, the dead to sit and relax? I’m not even fucking alive, I’m dreaming. I don’t ever swear. Lobby for the people in my dreams to sit and relax, since curious brain waves get dreadfully tired and feel the need to sit. They’re only useless images that take up space in the background of dreams, cmon now why the fuck, pardon me, would they need a lobby…those couches..eh..I’m interrupted.) http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/14203.html public 0 http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/13943.html Sun, 11 Sep 2005 04:26:14 GMT http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/13943.html Walking into a hotel-like building never seemed so right. Hotels usually make me nauseous, and I vomit. This place is different. Such bright lights encompass the ceiling towering two stories over me. This is where I learn about man? http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/13943.html public 0 http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/13822.html Sun, 11 Sep 2005 04:25:23 GMT http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/13822.html If you’re lost this is only the beginning maybe you should turn around and find your way back out. <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">Say you walk into this room. It smells bitter, almost to the point where you want to walk back out. It is dark in here. There’s a bar on the far left corner complete with hundred bottles of wine, wine glasses and but no bartender. An old piano rests on the far back, opposite to the bar the pianist seems dead, or sleeping. It’s silent in the room. Unless it hasn’t hit you, it should right about now. You’re not impressed by this scene. Why are you here? The smell doesn’t bother you any more, you’re used to it by now. It’s been five minutes and you’re still standing at the door. Why don’t you come in…have a seat. Sorry we don’t have any stools, or beer. Please do come in, make yourself useful to our couch, don’t mind the brown color, and please don’t mind the pianist. He had it coming to him. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">Isn’t this lovely? Now you’re sitting on the couch and there’s nothing you can do about it because I told you so. What? You want to find out what happened to the pianist? Yeah we’ll I’ll tell you, we shot him, we shot him in the back of the head. There’s a telephone line here, sometimes it rings but I don’t pick up. Hey, I’m talking to you, look at me when I talk to you, he’s dead, leave him alone already. Here have a glass of wine. In fact why don’t you have this bottle. Its from 1979, most of our bottles are from that year I don’t know why, I just like the taste. Bittersweet. Fuck, pay attention to me. I’m going to give you the keys to the room, a pistol and a few bullets. The pianist is your trash now. And lights out.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p>&nbsp;<br></o:p>Wake up dear, wake up. Hello there stranger, welcome to your imagination. You’ve come a long way. Are you ready for this?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">&nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">A break from reality, inside the imagination, realm of reality, your dreams.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">So you’re thinking…that vicarious scene transgressed your ennui. Now, you are truly away, or sleeping. Your eyelids closed, and your eyes rolled anomalously until they reached the back of your head. Its okay though, now you are truly going to see things…Oh, about the pianist, you killed the fucking insurgent, in the most grotesque fashion yet. It’s okay though, he cajoled you into it, you are vulnerable by soft spoken words. No, it’s really alright sir, don’t castigate yourself. It was well contrived and done surreptitiously. Now that we’re clear, you’re going to transmute this back into the visions in your eyes, in other words you’ll wake up from this dream. I’ll see you again sir, real soon.</p> http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/13822.html public 0 http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/13315.html Sat, 10 Sep 2005 06:09:48 GMT http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/13315.html Hey, ignore the last 300 posts. Today, I become a ghost. And 2:16 am is where I finish reading the greatest book ever written, and finish watching the best movie I have ever decided to watch. So long, sweetie. Now go on and be the yellow bird that got away. http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/13315.html public 0 http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/13089.html Fri, 09 Sep 2005 20:56:20 GMT http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/13089.html Previous entry... <br />"Remember that movie? Yeah, good movie. Yep. The conversation moves on. In time love, the repercussion will be over. In time you will watch more movies."<br /><br />It's time for change, it's time to destroy and rebuild because things wont stop spinning around me. I need to get back into rotation. http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/13089.html public 0 http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/13018.html Fri, 09 Sep 2005 05:15:30 GMT http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/13018.html Uh oh uh oh. Ha ha ha ha ha. It's dangerous. Intimacy. http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/13018.html public 0 http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/12598.html Fri, 09 Sep 2005 04:24:10 GMT http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/12598.html School is a waste of time. On top of that, work is a waste of time. I'm sleep deprived. I pass out on random people's beds just to get through the day. On top of this, I'm sitting through another train wreck at an intersection. Every little thing is getting to me. Everyone seems like an enemy. Suspects that need to be interrogated. Everybody knows nothing while knowing way too much. And I'm trying so hard to keep you out of my mind, but I drive past the same places and the cds wont stop playing those songs. <br /><br />I need sleep because I'm daydreaming tragedies. I'm whispering songs while every other sound in the room drowns out to the echo of your voice. I saw the pond. The parking lot was painted white. People were getting married as the layer of oil on the surface of the water was on fire, a scene that everybody seems to ignore. The bride was dressed in black. A blimp flew overhead disposing of what seemed like fliers. One landed so gracefully in front of me. It read "Time stops now, but she wont stop. She's falling away into anothers arms." Under it were the words "You lustful prick" crossed out. I watch the wedding from the grass field as dusk settles in. People don't seem to notice me or the pond on fire. I'm singing songs you'd kill to hear me sing. A fog sets along with the dark and it gets hard to see in front of you. I walk toward the white mist. Soon after a walk that seemed forever, I'm stepping over bodies dressed in white.<br /><br />Erase me, it's easy. You're consumed in a world where everything matters more than anything, and anything is priority. I'm the change in your bag. I fit right along with the pills and batteries and tobacco that has fallen from your cigarettes.<br /><br />Something so glorious to swerve so precisely off course just to crash into... the episode ends so abruptly. And I become the ghost. "I'll see you at the bottom of the barrel." http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/12598.html public 0 http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/12327.html Fri, 26 Aug 2005 04:40:30 GMT http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/12327.html "Yeah, our type of writing isn't good in the real world." - Anonymous.<br /><br />A sky so black dressed by the flashing lights of an airplane below the clouds 10,000 feet up. Like an ambulance in the left shoulder driving 100 mph over broken glass and torn tires left on the side of the road by previous chaotic accidents. You sit and wait in a room for a cure. You can hear the faded sounds of a piano try to cut through the silence like a dull knife against the neck of a prisoner of war. The chords hold the answers that run across your mind like deer on wooded hidden driveways. Everybody gets up simultaneously and walks outside into the darkness. Chaotic screams heard over the piano. You know they're only chasing ghosts in fields of corn. You be the hero. You be the one that finds the pianist. And when you get to him you check his fingers. http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/12327.html public 3 http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/12204.html Thu, 25 Aug 2005 05:08:14 GMT http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/12204.html I hate it when it snows. It's snowing in my eyes, and I'm cold. I feel like a peasant trying to take the throne from the king, but this isn't the movies and I'm no hero. Therefore I fall under the reign of some supremacist half bastard king of five wifes. Who silently rapes all his servants at night, just to keep his pseudo-bloodline going. His twelve sons eventually plotting death against each other. Power hungry fuckers. And all of you are the grandsons/daughters of bastards from the 15th century who brought their unwanted families to America. Escaping the same thing they themselves ended up creating. Hypocritical whores who call themselves saints and prostitute pilgrims. Anyway. <br /><br />All the girls in the choir got their purity stolen by pedophile men who chose the good life over marrige and children. The man got aids from the mosquitos in his backyard. So a whole generation of well liked christian families were mourning the loss of the life of their little girls. So this is just? ::static:: A tractor-trailer is flipped vertically sideways on I95. This is a sigh to see. Everything is aflame, and the fire has spread into the forest. From the chopper I could see...? Foxes? Yes foxes are now attacking cars. At least 4-5 of them..no wait..there's more. People are stuck in traffic. There are cars stopped 45 miles out. Firefighters nor ambulances could get to the scene. ::static:: Tonight in the fireside chat with Mr.President. ::static:: <br /><br />So now it's me speaking. I need autumn. I'm lying to myself. I'm not too happy. I need school to start so I can fall asleep during the day. <br /><br />Autumn. Come to me. http://drunkshipesp.livejournal.com/12204.html public 0