+Your Wishful Thinking+Happy, Birthday.+Your Wishful Thinking+
The year has gone by too fast.
Happy, birthday.
Your life has passed just like a dance, You were a little kid, dancing in parks, And now you're grown up, and you're still afraid of the dark.
Happy, birthday.
You'll be turning 18 this year, but you're still a little kid, you still need a hand to hold.
Happy, birthday.
You'll be on your own soon, and you'll make your way, make your way, make your way through everything. On your own, on your own, that's how you'd, rath
+Airplanes and Dances+Kill me if I'm wrong about this. I've killed you because you taught me everything I know. Everything I know about bullets and heartache. You taught me what it's like to kill a friend, and I hope that someday I find you, Resiliant and floating facedown in a stream of fire.+Airplanes and Dances+
Yeah I'm still here, and I'm not leaving tonight. Not without a kiss goodbye and a string around my neck. Till I see you on a cloudy summer day, and I'll imagine her body was a temple in July. A pupet on strings, a masquerade of dolls.
Clean out my bitter shelf of books and masks. It' been,
+The Secret :Moors and Doors:+I’ve never done anything like this before. My past is shadowed by moors of horrors. Everything I write is a story in its own right.+The Secret :Moors and Doors:+
You’ll see all that I’ve destroyed, you will. Like a phoenix I will rise and fall like the chest of a man who’s sits in his home waiting for something but he'll never know. Cuz he’s always alone, except for his mirrors.
Like a phoenix you will rise out of the ashes overcoming fear. And me, I’m certainly no help at all.
If I hide from myself then maybe I wont fall. If I cut out my tongue would you mind at all? I’d feed it to a snake. I'd feed it to myself, and I, would swallo
+Porcelain+I’d more than give up what I have, just to hold your hand. Make up a song for you on a flute. From the shattered mouth of pan. Write you down a few less words, from the mouth of a prophet named Art. Just use your imagination. Railroad tracks and Tic-tacs, Brand New and Early November…+Porcelain+
That kid who, if I care about you enough, you could stab me with a rusted railroad spike in the chest, and I'd still sit next to you and bleed while I held your hand.
Just be happy, what you have. Make up plans for next time. Wait a while, for demands. We can be alright. Just don’t b
What is Art?What is art?What is Art?
Pictures, Objects, Sounds, Writings. No wait, those are types.
Right then inspiration hits. I look down at what’s in my hands. Some verses of “Define Life” printed On an unfinished origami flower. I don’t think I’ll finish it.
I must rush home to get this down. But this is still a mystery to me. I have to get home quickly. I don’t want it to end. Still being careful on the way; If I don’t make it, it may not become.
I have to keep this muse running. A shooting star and I wish. I wish upon an airplane.
Dance|Dance|Die
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I got an F and a C, and I got a K too, and the only thing that's missing is a bitch like u
My Art [link]
My Body [link]
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I know that this is what you want,
a funeral keeps both of us apart.
You know that you are not alone.
Need you like water in my lungs...
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I got an F and a C, and I got a K too, and the only thing that's missing is a bitch like u
My Art [link]
My Body [link]
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"No! Come on, I love you more than Kodak!"
hi. i totally missed your art.
and yesterday when i was talking to someone about photography i went to your page to show them things.
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"No! Come on, I love you more than Kodak!"
Mirror, mirror, on the wall...
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I'm in love with illusions
so saw me half
I'm in love with tricks
so pull another rabbit
out of your hat
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"Sing me something soft. Sad and delicate. Or loud and out of key. Sing me anything..."
Straylight Run ~ Existentialism On Prom Night
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I'm in love with illusions
so saw me half
I'm in love with tricks
so pull another rabbit
out of your hat
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"We train young men to drop fire on people. But their commanders won't allow them to write "fuck" on their airplanes because it's obscene!" -- Apocalypse Now
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