And tomorrow I will call an advisor and sign up for classes...
And in around three or so years, I will get my BA in modern language and culture...
In German...
Life is good.


ParanoiaEyes are everywhere, no where is safe Where can you go when the walls can see? What do you do when you can't run away? Come to me in darkness, tell me what you are.Paranoia
Are you the poison in me, the hidden animal? Are you my anger incarnate, the words too foul? I can't seem to hide from you, though I try Come to me in darkness, tell me what you are.
I need a big city, full of honking horns Sidewalks and druggies Homeless and bag ladies When the eyes get corporeal Then I can hide.


Das SpracheI like to know foreign languages Because the words go 'round in my head And English just isn't enough To express all that i'm thinkingDas Sprache
Because English's just the common tongue And German and French are prettier More words to see the world better More ways to describe This thing called life


Betrayedi don't like this burning in my chest the friendly way she touched his chest the familiar way he held her waist it makes me sad and lonelyBetrayed
i don't like this recurring theme the familiar gaping in my chest the friendly sickness wrapping my waist it's all from fucking jealousy
so tell me, hm?, why do i want him so tell me, hm?, why do i cry so tell me, hm?, why i'm so wounded
life goes on. people live. i shouldn't care. i wouldn't. if only...
i don't like this burning in my chest like someone shot me (and gods it hur


Sweet SpiderWon't you weave a web for me, sweet spider? Sorceress won't you deign to dance won't you twirl here, dizzy with me? won't you tie the red threads fast?Sweet Spider
Little spider, little weaver sultry shade of fire and ash doesn't it feel like falling when those thin red threads snap?
And isn't it so strangely enthralling when your scent, like an asp curls and winds itself about me and when it bites, I cringe and gasp
Light headed, here I sway and stumble venom like wine, but burning, flows and drunken, doting on you only, mumble with bloody hand
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