BurningBlueSoul
July 9, 2010

Homer Simpson - Spanish Flea

January 5, 2010
mumblelard:

just like pagliacci did, I try to keep my surface hid
Most communal refrigerators are a little bit creepy, but the one at the ice cream factory just got a whole lot creepier. On an unrelated note, my unfortunate habit has hit a new low.

mumblelard:

just like pagliacci did, I try to keep my surface hid

Most communal refrigerators are a little bit creepy, but the one at the ice cream factory just got a whole lot creepier. On an unrelated note, my unfortunate habit has hit a new low.

mudwerks:

Golden Age Comic Book Stories
editorial headings byWinsor McCay1867 ~ 1934

mudwerks:

Golden Age Comic Book Stories

editorial headings by
Winsor McCay
1867 ~ 1934

Seriously, sleep has become elusive to me. I’ve been drinking bloody marys since 7pm and although I’m trashed I still don’t want to go to bed. I mean I *want* to go to bed… but…

I was meant for the stage…

I’m a man without a soul…Honey, yeah
I lost it while parading it, in a town full of thieves
Y’see I didn’t wanna be with any people I know.
But god knows, I didn’t wanna be alone
I thought if I acted like someone else
I’d feel more comfortable with myself
So I showered down, left my little room
Jumped in my car for protection from hostility
Well it ain’t easy to be bold in an unknown city
Yeah I was feeling strong mouthed and weak willed
When I ran into the cure for my ills

Don’t tell me what your name is
I want your body, not your mind,
I want a feeling, worth paying for before I say goodbye
But as I was talking, I couldn’t look her in the eyes,
I just kept wondering,
How many men unleashed their frustration between her thighs?

There’ll be no sleep ‘til the morning
There’ll be no lullabyes
‘cause the devil borrowed my clothes just for tonight


Well my adrenalin, was curdling like cream,
as I was being led by the hand.
Through the sound of sirens
And the distant noise of some drunken jazz band,
Through the stench of disinfectant—
that “INFECTED” my head,
through the darkness of a corridor
and into a stranger’s bed.

Well I didn’t wanna hurt your feelings, honey
But I couldn’t suppress my own,
I had to pull myself outta this nosedive
by proving something to myself.

She was lying on her back
with her lips parted.
Squealing like a stuffed pig
I was going through the motions
faking the emotions,
and wriggling around like a lizard in a tin.


Trying so hard to cleanse myself,
I was turning into somebody else.
I was trying so hard to please myself,
I was turning into somebody else.
I was trying so hard to be myself
I was turning into somebody else.
I was trying so hard to be myself
I was turning into somebody else.
I was trying so hard to be myself
I was turning into somebody else.

Come my love with your desire 
Out of the blue…and into the fire

The The - Out Of The Blue (Into The Fire)