dancing

dance. move your body against the ways around you. shake from trouble and hip thrust away pain. allow pulsating movements take control of your entire being. dance baby dance. and when your down like the sun and you feel like you've forgotten your dancing shoes, i will not fail you. i will give you mine and give up the dance within those soles and when you feel safe and ready to dance again i shall dance along side you, bare foot. it don't matter. as long as you are born and feeling alive we shall dance way past the sunrise. dancing motions allowing your heart to beat lightly in the space between your bones and allow tiny rattling movements to cast happiness into your membrane and straight into the stars well forget the sun and moonwalk along the moon and ill write my name in the moon dust all the while you shall continue dancing and well be sure to say goodbye to the big dipper as we make our way back to earth, dancing.

timeless

ticking ticking time bomb, step on the accelerator and don't look back. time is of the essence and oh the essence of you and i is so hauntingly beautiful. i wont be able to shake this hour glass for a while. clicking shoes on timeless times and hours of minutes that are swelling with such life. certain hands ticking by and making everything kind of foggy, wipe the steam from the mirror and take a look into time, it's never going to leave you. all you've got is time. your a walking time bomb and you should dance, celebrate the movement of entire loveable times. and when time seems to be working against you, be okay with the fact that you wont be forgotten because time has captured a little piece of you and you will always be, always be. timeless.

too much?

forgetting ink

ink you up with the thought of me and just incase you can't remember we'll place something very memorable right there on your cuff and as if you just had a crazy night well laugh and boast about what might come. and when the world begins to go to rest well pretend we know whats best and as we have an outstanding time it wont matter who's wrong or who's right. tag pupils with heightening craze and just incase you forget my face i'll etch yours in this little place, within my brain, that i shall always treasure and when words cant find my mouth and my heart beats lightly against cotton you shall always be a dream of mine, and time to time i will visit you in the place and we'll blast off to some other space, cupcakes and champagne well forget this place.

icy heartbeats

a junction of functions and a time after time process that isn't going to heal shit. snap back to reality and sure eminem spoke about gravity but i'm telling you the realism to your cause in validation that you can strive, carry on. and with vindictive smiles and a glorious appeal, wheels in motion.. you are real. and so am i. but if you beg to differ, i only applaud your strength. your motivation? a melting pot of sizzling ideas, eye shadow smiles and a whole lot of winning. the winning of nothing but of coarse you want the win and the loss of everything, how dare you say such things. melting down to your core the summer sun begins to roar and just when you thought everything was settling, here again comes the rain to wash away your easiness and wake you hard to the sound of your heartbeat, heartbeats stuck in your chest, cool.

death proof bliss

a constant collision of extravagant minds. beautiful contemplation and hours of time. wasteland of pretty things and a urge of desires causing you to perspire, sweating out such creativity - pushing you higher and higher. lips touching lips and an outrageous scene. tragic little songs are beating across your skin and you can't help but dance. bullet proof persona and a open ocean view, a mind crystal clear - the prettiest of blues. liquid courage and a dose of spontaneity crash dive into field of flowers and taste diamonds fold across your taste buds. a sugar coated risk and it's all so enchanting, so worth it - death proof bliss.

Trust Yourself

hey pretty girl with the ambitious stride, dont you try and step aside for others now to try and take whats yours and during troubled times, try not to shut out the world. casting sunbeams to lighten your way, the world will continue spinning even after your long gone away, but do not hold this against the universe or make it an excuse to stop and reverse. hey pretty girl with the upside down smile trying to make a difference, let me make it worth your wild, smile like there is no tomorrow for what is in a tomorrow will only ruin your today and why not just take it, embrace, and run away. back to the other side of whatever side your trying to hide because all of you is beautiful so keep the interesting alive and before you try and be true to the world, sit down and try to be truer to you.

i want you

heart beats tappin' along the pavement sounding just like little tiny heart beats and as if a velvet under glow has taken over your insides you feel soft and so very touchable. craving for desire and yearning for that closeness like a pair of shoes you want something fitting, content. something that makes you smile and every time you put it on you dont want to take it off. a friendship that is worth so much more out in the open, on display right on your book shelf instead of tucked in the bottom of your closet. heart beats tappin' along my silhouette. and i will hold on close because i can obtain what i'd like and i hope youd like to obtain me as much as i want to obtain you.

clasped

Disrupted sunshine casting frowns across my feet. The heat has soften the world around me, melting butter. I could drown within this sleep and this slumber could ideally get the best of me. A strikingly fresh sense of right and a rush of pigment that makes everything look nice. sugared snowflakes warm as toast champagne sunshine and we clink, a toast. silent parties that break free such fears. desires loud, reflection in mirrors and smiles of greats a sense of satisfaction and it's never too late. a constant movement towards everything pure.. and a uplifting thought that you'll hold close, always near.

CryWolf

CRYWOLF,

THEY FEED MY LOVE OF FASHION AND ADDICTION TO WONDERFUL TANGIBLES.

I THANK YOU KINDLY..

X.

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Cigarette Creativity

light me up like a cigarette baby i'm feeling so unstoppable, on top of the world, above this atmosphere. creativity is dancing on my body and i can't help but touch it solely because of the fact that we work so well together, can't you tell. addictive muse with a dreamlike aroma a pixie dust appeal and a whole lot of flava. light me up like a cigarette baby in hale the ideas that are coming from me and just in case you don't feel me hold me there and i'll be glad to show you just what your eyes are missing but i don't doubt that your insides get me and your guts are urging for you to speak.. light me up like a cigarette baby we could do some damage, knock some people right off their feet.

Rollin'

“In the tarot, the Fool is distinguished from other cards because it is not numbered, suggesting that the Fool is outside movement and change. And as it has been written, the Fool and the clown play the part of scapegoats in the ritual sacrifice of humans. John and Yoko have never given up being Holy Fools. In a recent Playboy interview, Yoko, responding to a reference to other notables who had been interviewed in that magazine, said: “People like Carter represent only their country. John and I represent the world.” I am sure many readers must have snickered. But three nights after our conversation, the death of John Lennon revealed Yoko’s statement to be astonishingly true. “Come together over me,” John had sung, and people everywhere in the world came together.”

Rolling Stone Jan 22, 1981 by Jonathan Cott

John Lennon and Yoko Ono photographed by Annie Leibovitz on Dec 5, 1980, three days before John Lennon was killed.

"I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion."

-jack kerouac

gone, away.

resuscitate time, your loosing your mind and your oh so sure of where it's gone. straight down the rabbit hole too places that no one knows, it's going to be sweet like malice. forget about Alice, she is long gone from here and your flat lining as space closes in, magnified thoughts your headed to the incinerator were pretty things burn with a sparkling appeal. beautiful chaos staining my memory and with a savory endeavour i do honor such temptations with addictive paces and grace the air with words that could bring sun to your skies. a universe of possibilities why are you staring at me, don't question my quest i don't need your sympathy, i'm going - i've gone and with these motorized feeling and i'm on my way.

♡

fascination

secrets of your night are keeping you away from him at day. a turntable of sad melodies cooking up the most delicious memories. candy apple encrusted fascinations melting your imagination and allowing it to bend with whatever dress you decide to put on. a destination, undecided. open roads and no assignments. a heart beat fire with the sparks of the most intensified theories, uplifting minds and causing your troubles to be momentarily placed behind. braiding time into a loveable intertwining peace of mind. give peace to my mind. a handy ordeal that could make everything small. a drug addiction for the soul without corrupting your entire time. a movement forward, the night is yours. a blissful hardship that you want all to yourself.

Cheap Bucks.

i'm in the money business, ironically. making money with money. it's a funny little story actually. can money be cheap? typically speaking anything i suppose could look cheap, beneath it's worth, but in the topic of money can it ideally be cheap? i had this women once come into the business, blabbing about travel and her essential needs, now in this business key is to be pleased and just satisfy with the bucks. i was on top of it, i had her talking my ear off and her transactions being processed but before i could bid her safe travel she did a whole 360 and demanded her bills be changed. that her 50 dollar stacks looked "cheap" i thought this was the funniest thing in the world. to determine the cheapness of a good, you must go further then it's face, well that's what i thought.. but this women was glued to the surface and she had no business in the actuality of what the money could do. it wasn't about the purpose or the value in consideration it was all about the face value, she wanted presidents smiling in the perfect hue and she didn't want the tattered corners, they needed to be brand new. but printed just this morning or printed two years before, a 50 is worth 50 - so what in the world kind of worth was she looking for?

Common,

"They was one of them couples, people said they were the it. Unbreakable, like Bobby and Whit
Or Ryan and Reese, or Kimora and Russ
Relationships can be dead but look live to us
I guess we all been through it where we try too much
Losin’ yourself and you’re lyin’ and stuff
Wishin’ for the diamond cuffs, in search of a ring
Where love is not a mystery, it’s everything."

heel, toe.

a direction worth taking.. well how would you know if you haven't placed your shoe in the door. stepping forward into a notion of wonderful things and doubting them all entirely. two roads. which one will you take. the other one could easily vanish if you choose to stray. a curve in the road, your bound to give it a shot. with a pace moving forward, no looking back. you must not always depend on the economic of things. what is your heart telling you, burn the textbook and open your window. throwing shoes out for support so you can step with ease into a world of confusion and with sudden melodies, that sound exactly like heels clackin' down the hall.. with your best foot forward, don't be afraid too fall.

Offer City

This city welcomes me with sweet embrace. Doesn't hold it against me that my rents upped and left this place. Sunshine on my mind and a city view people pay millions too see, a close to heart passion for this whole scenery and the people in this city aren't brand new too me. A crowd of desire and thoughts are bursting in the streets and welcoming one and all, offering peace. A flavour for the freedom and a eye for the love, artist balloons popping creativity on my skin and oh the glisten is so worth the listening and lights wrote the albums and brought it to the hammer, I showed up to that show right on time to check her keyboard and little outfit, indie electro banter. The times are urging people to leave earth but the toronto sun has got me glued and to the tube we are all checking' you out. I love these people and their talents. My rant could be feeling a little artistic courage and like liquid sugar it'll give you a rush to that city and it'll be so fast you might need some medicine and this city right here is offering, offering..

V3

NOW WE RISE. WE ARE EVERYWHERE.

It doesn't matter if you win or lose, it's what you do with your dancin' shoes.

reacting reactions

twisted affairs and laughing gas. short skirts and a sense of humour larger than life. ripped off idenities and comical pain, ugly mistresses - they're all the same. gagdets for all ages and of all sorts. playboys and nerds with wisdom of advice. practical magic and impatient time, velvet revolver - punch drunk love crimes. tricky little presidents and bashful burgalurs tearing your pride to shreds. happiness in gernades, blowing up your mind and leaving behind pink lemonade stains. inglorious lovers and charity cheaters, devilish participation and a gallon of beer. tipsy and exhilirated, funny little people in a not so funny little world, hiccuping bewilderment inside of your soul and totally rockin' that space within your mind that allows your to wander and think in a cartoonish kind of ways, sometimes. once in a while itll dance along your tongue and allow you too feel light like the sun and with the heaviness of this sudden reaction you will soon taste a hint of surreal enchantment.

party city

bottles everywhere, liquid fun. group of chillens and were takin' over like villains. no mission, all fishin' and a gloss that's flossin' in mysterious ways. a wipe and a road, destination known- frontin' like it's unknown, on a mission to shake shake shake. and they'll be sure to create, an atmosphere. the atmosphere. music blasting, beating up bodies in the sexiest way and heels that are rockin legs, so unreal. smiles, laughs, toast to this - everybody havin' a good time and we ain't about to mess that up. city invasion, we're coming fast and if you can't handle that i recommend you best relax, because tonights a night for the best and you shouldn't try and fuck with us.

Ok, you's a bootleg.

curiosity killed nobody and the upside to your side is pretty blind side to my side. mediocre times bringing the hammer down on your mind and the twisting aggravation is uprooting your spine - dance baby dance. a scratch on the cd but we keep playing that mix and when thoughts begin to blimp to the sky this could take all night. timeless efforts and a stride to your passions and with elevated hope you could do quite the damage. confident demeanour don't let your personality shake - a stubborn little quirk, embrace the moment and smash up the place. a flaw you cannot let flaw you and in a passive aggressive moment i will pounce on the opportunity, for these words are my weapon and they are about to blast you, back into the sun this is reality and i'm not promoting for you to be proud of me.

cloudy with a chance of Lies.

courageous words utter in the most unnecessary times, people mark this foolish. i wonder however, could it be that the truth falls out of mouths when their sudden liberation is at stake. an abuse of honesty, i do agree but when people go and make mistakes do they realize that eventually they will throw truth on the line, and ideally this is when it's analyzed the least. a heated argument and a potential disregard for anything ever built together and when something truthful is thrown into the mix heated emotions are sure to storm and trash the entire scene, a broken heart too late. honesty presented in the most corrupted times and yes, truth is best - but once you've presented such mockery of your truths are you really hoping your truths will buffer the whole ordeal. a question that pounders minds, time after time, the ability for truth to be thrown out the window like a raging bear and a picnic basket, why not just throw the dog the bone, why take it away and burry it under grown and wait until it claws it's way at it to then shake off the dirt and present it too him nicely. a bewilderment of honest and a pandemic of lies, wakeup. open eyes. leave such lies - outside.

props,

y'follow

solar systems in my pocket and you better watch the lines on this paper because it just might cut you. a stab into your soul and your begging me for more. a weapon of literary extreme and these words are bubbling out the top and your not sure what to do, causing you steam. snort up the ink and you might get confused. a heated passion, no illusion - i encourage you to try and pass this. a current flow of epic pleasure and you know your body is begging for this pressure, leave prints on your skin so you can reminisce but folks right here wont be able to forget this. pen to the paper and a scribbling embrace, pen to your face and we'd laugh it up in this place. words from the soul - scratch that - they're a chunk of me. placed in a way that is mentally prepared - so thoughtfully. an act of pure sabotage, i press you to try, for you cannot buy pens with words in them and don't be searching for them in the sky, you cannot find this and this is no copyright - a one of kind take on the world that is at stake, my world - not yours, and whatever you learn or take form this place, i applaud your open mind and wish you great space - for you are capable of anything and i'm telling you i'm capable of everything, ignorant glory - confident ways, stumble into action but i'm already feeling and you cannot try to distort for your advantage, as if you could change this .. change me for your appetite, so when you put it on your plate you can assume it's more appealing. better luck next time, your slippin' on banana peels and the buzzer just went out, you done - head over heels.

shiny moments

pastel colours dripping in the corners of your mind. a planet purple appeal, oozing stars into oblivion. black holes sipping on your identity and you must throw glitter in it's eyes in order too truly mesmerize whatever potential you may have. questionable times unquestioned and toyed with like play dough. moulded into whatever you want it too be, grounded like a leaf that falls from the tree and floats through dreamy adaptations of whatever you want it too be. splashes of emotions speckle your pupils and make your senses ring.. an enveloping courage, syrupy thick but soft like silk. a brilliant approach on superficial moments and plastic protests that shine in the light of the night. a current dive into tempting thoughts - a play ground of intangible markets all in your grasp, take a moment..

Pieces to Peace

fighting peace with pieces. ripping things to pieces in the name of peace. a peaceful action of liberating peace, picking apart the entire identity of the notion, does that sound peaceful to you? Pieces falling peacefully along peaceful people, tearing their peace to pieces. A piece of peaceful interaction urging anything but peacefullness. In the name of peace, what are we waiting for? Take crumbling pieces and piece them together to encourage a peaceful piece of mind. Peace smiles casting light throughout the sky, not silencing - highlighting pieces in their rightful spots and piecing them together with a piece of heart. peace be true. be true to yourself and follow through, don't back away from the shatter pieces, grace the world with a little peace. mind body and soul - this is all where it begins an action, a story or idea, use your imagination and generate peace. open up to the world, don't try to escape.. for the pieces of peace are forever falling into our laps and were quick to judge, pieces. piece them together, with a little heart. a little mind. a little body. a little soul. peaceful pieces in the same old world.

tall glass of passion

passion passion. friendly fires, motivating electric smiles. passion passion. rising in the pit of stomachs, intensity of magic real enough to taste. passion passion. surreal light casting brilliant shadows on objects of pure enlightenment. passion passion. picking up speed and floating with pretty perspective. passion passion. like flowers in your mouth, makes everything a little lighter, a little more.. more. passion passion. individual character and a whole lot of time. a creative bone and a juicy mind. passion passion. intoxicated feeling crashing into your skull. passion passion. unelectable senses and a mirror of feverish glow. passion passion. a severely marvellous way to enjoy. raised classes and a liquid of such deliciousness, cheers to the passions and a freedom to boast.

forWORLDgets

imaginable times in a ever so bright little world. beautiful speech in a ever so cloudy hazy of judgment. perfect time in a place full of lateness and bandages are located to your left for any sudden mistakes. please grab a pen and a paper for you may need to take notes, interlocking peace of mind breaking down, shaking spines, time after time. keep moving forward and don't be alarmed. it may look hard like cherry pie but it's easy like whip cream and with time you shall find that anything you put your mind too, well here, you will find.. everlasting hope and a whole lot of love? please leave your suspicions at the door, dive head first - forget the world.

devil's gummy bears

a pretty little 666 with greed sippin' veins and a pocket full of twists. a game plan plotted and a mesmerizing charm, peeking desires enabling change. deserted treasure in a mind full of bombs, coveted tricks, make you risk it all. soda pop fizz and a whole lot of smack, reaching skyscraper heights and taking all the slack. a switch blade effect slicing straight to the bone, a core shaking thunderstorm rocking everything that means anything too you. a tripping idea has got you all tangled and swamped but your driven to beat it up, settle it straight. race car speed has your heart pumpin' like a wild beast and your anticipated to open locked doors, break windows and cause a massive scene. your not willing to hold back, all your cards are on the table - smack down, lash out, uncontrollable forces. tides comin' in and your not sure where to go, swimming pool full of gummy bears, you simply stay put.

BFC

Saturday, March 24,1984.
Shermer High School,
Shermer, Illinois, 60062.

Dear Mr. Vernon,

We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did was wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. What do you care? You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess and a criminal. Correct? That’s the way we saw each other at 7:00 this morning. We were brainwashed.

impatient patience

tip top imagination, no game plan. world domination and a stride forward. evaluating such surroundings and pouncing on the opportunity. wishful thinking scratched out and substituted with actual actions. glorious smiles gracing the faces of unaware people, heightening the experience times a million and making it worth a billion. determination floods your senses and you can't help but endure all control and really grasp your soul and allow it to take toll. effects begin to settle down, your emotions cool and that insta-hype you longed before suddenly seems so trivial. your open minded and everything you've thought, unreadable. you wear them on your heart from a month ago, thoughts blistering on the verge of sparks and your willing to watch it happen without force. a bubbly appeal poking pupils with erectable beautiful scenes and you can't help but allow your skin to race while all of this takes it's pace. impatient patiences urging you too dance, feet being to tap. tapping out emotions like your writing a song with the realist of lyrics and this song is dedicated to you.

Pick-Me-Up

caffeinated sugar rush, a disco scene with heightening glory. a tripping drug making everything lucid. a vampire grin with a bottle of gin. biker boot montage, butterfly nightmares. pick me up, slowly slipping into some under world. motorcycle gangs and flashy girls with all the fixings, ice cream sundae march and a whole lot of bitching. pick me up, slowly slipping into some under world. a fire cracker noise and a umbrella type scenario, a french accent and a super loud stereo. cellphone discharge, bullet proof mind, a collapsable pill driving straight into your world. pick me up, slowly slipping into an under world. transparent clothing, naked to the world - a feverish endorsement you don't dare shake, a quivering ability to take this world and escape. pick me up, slowly slipping into an underworld that is ideally above this world and inspiringly charging at your mind and soul with spears that electrify such times and make it all very very real.

jumping bullets

jump start Cadillacs, faded smiles. everything kind of running out of gas. beating measures pulse through your lungs, misplaced hearts, how long will this last. a skipping rope effect, causing your to strut in a glorious affair. eyes on the prize, glued to the floor.. not going no where. diamond shaped ideas, casting ruby favoured candies across your mind. a poker face that is beginning to crack, chocolate kisses melting all the way down to your core and it's becoming a juicy sort of affair your longing to adore. musical transitions bouncing off the top of champagne glasses, ideas spinning out of control and you cant stop laughing. a tipsy sort of feeling washes over your entire being, with a jumpstart attack - nothing could hold you back, what are you waiting for.. don't start pedalling back.

crash landing thoughts

a sudden urge of blossoming hope, forthcoming into your mind and dancing along memories of past times. a drip of something entirely new stains words and leaves everything open for mild sympathy a tantalizing painting that is throwing glitter in the air and with arms wide open you hope to catch some. casting smiles in your hair your about ready to flutter into oblivion and just before you go to throw yourself off the edge, be mindful of the risky chances your ready to swim into. all floatation thrown out the window and your ready to just do it all. like jumping out of an airplane you don't care where you land. you want to soar into a sunrise of upsetting clouds and crash into the stars with nothing in hand and with a sudden thought of liberating exercise - you up for anything, anything in mind.

kiss yourself

scratches from times before, had faded away and are now restored. brought up to the present and pierces thoughts of seemingly questionable times. a constant pressure of wonder, contemplating the idealistic phrase to enhance able bodied beings to try, try try to understand. secret tidbits of fresh thoughts expanding in mysterious ways, urging you to leap at something you are unsure of - to make a surprisingly high jump for something that is relatively beneath all you inspire to be. climbing sand castles in the rain, don't be afraid of a little pain, embrace such notion and understand you are alive - a large does of encouragement coming from the sky. you are on a quest of individual grace and the sun in the sky could be your biggest escape - don't swerve away from mistakes, a little character is swell, don't stake losing yourself.

John Yoko

double trouble

A change in tone causing ears to press for more haunting information. A sensational realism kicking you in the gut. Your alive. A sudden abbreviation of everything you idolized and a bitter sweet symphony playing the most melancholy music - soundtrack to your life. An upsetting act on your courage and everything you thought is filed away, hidden in the drawer of something disgusting and words your use to uttering so naturally become cold like icicles. Everything glows green, but not like greed more like oozing toxins exposing themselves to the air and just be careful of how rapid this reaction could happen. A pretty ugly picture in the most expensive frame as if that shields it from the horror which it creates, and peaceful wars are happening and we dance to the glory of such an idea because this isn't happening we just choose to embrace such plastic fallacies and hope that no one calls you out because in the notion of prime lying you better have an alibi or someone positioned to protest in your favour. a fishing cast right off the sky and reeling in empty emotions, for a hope of a better tomorrow.

truth?

RRRRiot.

cat fight, girl fight. riot riot riot. smeared lips, tough chicks. riot riot riot. confidence, evil bitch. riot riot riot. big boots, attitude. riot riot riot. black eyes, pretty guys. riot riot riot. rip jeans, crazy scenes. riot riot riot. blushing lips, throwing fits. riot riot riot. saucy mouths calling out. riot riot riot. scratches, flexing, body pumping. riot riot riot. extreme moves, soft dudes. riot riot riot. broken glass, show some ass. riot riot riot. big hips, camera flash. riot riot riot. sneaker kicks, messy hair. riot riot riot. bulging eyes, wild times. riot riot riot. bottled beer, grass in the air. riot riot riot. shaking bodies, illusion smiles. riot riot riot. lights flick, glitter in the air. riot riot riot. dance moves illuminate the moon. riot riot riot. drunk romancing, genius laughing. riot riot riot. powdered lines, squinty eyes. riot riot riot. sweaty skin glistening all the while listening, to catty bitches dissing boys. riot riot riot. powerful, bashful. riot riot riot. intoxicating laughter, superglue one night love. riot riot riot. saddle bags, awkward bangs. riot riot riot. firecracker kisses, lightening bolt hugs, thunderous dance moves crashing bodies into the room. riot riot riot. eyes fixed, stop and stare. riot riot riot. fake star, dj spinnin'. riot riot riot. girls and girls boys and boys, girls and boys all intertwined, screaming out to the sky, crazy songs they all know the lyrics too. fluent in the current song causing them to crash and move. all the while causing such murderous love - a riot riot riot.

400th