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..