3 pieces of mail to come.

The last will be a summons.

But that gets delivered by a constable.

Temptation-
Why won't you leave me alone?
Lurking Every Corner, everywhere I go

Self Control-
Don't turn your back on me now
When I need you the most

Constant pressure tests my will
My will or my won't
My Self Control escapes from me still...

Hypocrite-
How could you be so cruel
and expect my faith in return?

Resistance-
Is not as hard as it seems
When you close the door

I spent so long trusting in you
I trust you forgot
Just when I thought I believed in you...

It's time for me to deal
Becoming all too real
living in fear-
Why did you lie and pretend?
This has come to an end
I'll never trust you again
It's time you made your amends
Look in the mirror my friend

Let's stare the problem right in the eye
It's plagued me from coast to coast
Racing the clock to please everyone
All but the one who matters the most

Reflections of reality
are slowly coming into view
How in the hell could you possibly forgive me?
After all the hell I put you through

It's time for me to deal
Becoming all too real
living in fear-
Why'd I betray my friend?
Lying until the end
Living life so pretend
It's time to make my amends
I'll never hurt you again

'i have loved him more than anyone, ever,'


But when the pictures go out, your gig is up.

I hope you won't be too embarassed when all the words you left for me become public.

I didn't ask you to take me from here
I didn't ask to be broken
I didn't ask you to stroke my hair
Or treat me like a worthless token

But my skin is thick
And my mind is strong
I am built like my father was
I've done nothing wrong

When she tells you her girlfriend abused her-- that she really just hit her back.

I will always wonder how I was fooled and manipulated so often. She cries with pleas that she is straight and only wants me-- to be her husband-- her everything. But just like watching your friend crash a car seconds after you got out.. I stayed off the ride this time.

My punishment: What little I had left to own, which she promised would be returned-- gone.

That diamond ring don't shine.

2 years ago, I had an amazing and magical weekend in Montreal.

Today, I gave away my Mercedes.

I only hope her ghost went with it.

Watching her sleep, hearing her breath, and reaching over and placing my hand upon her as I worked next to her.

But Nick Cave will once again be my companion

I had this bean. It was a magic bean-- that once said 'I love you'. But even magic beans need water, and while I was away the bean has died. And I am not sure if it will be coming back.

Metaphors show up in all sorts of places.

The book of love is long and boring No one can lift the damn thing
It's full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing
but I I love it when you read to me and you you can read me anything
The book of love has music in it In fact that's where music comes from
Some of it is just transcendental Some of it is just really dumb but I
I love it when you sing to me and you you can sing me anything
The book of love is long and boring and written very long ago
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes and things we're all
too young to know but I I love it when you give me things and you
you ought to give me wedding rings I I love it when you give me things
and you you ought to give me wedding rings

Everything about the internet is fake.

You're a fraud.

This manufactured and canned facade is disgusting.

I've got two tickets to Massive Attack for sale.

Game Over

Fallen angel head crashes dead out of control
Lost memories staircase twists
Darker rooms lit with left out toys
After playing mean changes toys into tools
Twisted playthings on the staircase fools
Fools weapons well presents the killing game
Who taught the killing game
Who taught the killing game
Awaken eyes sewn wearing glasses dripping tap tap temple door
Locked inside scream inner scraping tooth and nail nowhere to go
Quiet retraces forcing light tears then pretend nothing blinds
Blinds closed in sanctuary closed in sanctuary
Padded walls not quiet storm's fury burnt out killing time
Who taught the killing game
Time's taught the killing game herself
No I taught the killing game first
Passing words distant pain remember trains of thought collide
No one view window
Pushing faces through shards cold glass poke bloody holes exposed
I taught the killing game first
I taught the killing game first
Tongue lash spewing red tortured animals wake up time
Beckons death upon myself eyes travelled harden
Strange no stronger feeling
Tempting motion slows to a crawl
Places his own foot in its own trap
Let go the springs snap shut
Crazy sharper teeth giving in to the jaws of death
I taught the killing game
I taught the killing game first
I taught I taught I taught the game first

Spaceballs
Logan's Run
NONHOSONNO
Something Wicked This Way Comes
Catch me if you Can
Poseidon Adventure
Inferno/Phenomena
Demons/Demons 2
Tenebre/Deep Red
Suspiria- Limited Edition
Giallo Collection box set
Big Trouble in Little China
What have you done to Solange?
Memento
Phantom of the Opera(Argento)
Last House on the Left
Sitcom
Opera
Same Guys, New Dresses
The Running Man
Dune
Dune(Sci-Fi miniseries)
Surviving the Game
Alfred Hitchcock collection
Night of the Living Dead
Dellamorte Dellamore

Ten bucks each, except for the giallo collection.. $20

It’s a fine day
People open windows
They leave their houses
Just for a short walk
They walk by the cross
They look at the cross
They look at the sky

It’s going to be a fine night tonight
It’s going to be a fine day tomorrow