Parteeey

Lite bilder från Mammas lilla partey igår :]

5am

Det är fint ute vid 5 på morgonen.

waiting

http://open.spotify.com/track/0N7pqJzl9KEzIxOAOQEaBl

lilacs

cruising

bilder från cruisingen i lördags :)
kvaliten på bilderna suger, för jag va lat och använde auto inst. :/

talk about

äntligen har våren/sommaren kommit. underbart.




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You're like a constant crowding consonant I'm a claustrophobic I, I said
We're as comfortable as wool warming naked indifference
Thank god your words have come to rescue me from my sentence
You're like a two stepping tongue on a flesh dance floor your the eulogy I can't avoid anymore
That tumor in my side celebrating malignance
"Surprise I'm moving in I think I've grown on your parents"
You want to talk about all the feeling I'm feeling I'm a passed out priest in an AA meeting
And they're checking my pulse trying to make a decision
I've got those rolled back eyes but nothing's clouding my vision
You're like a knock at the door in the middle of dinner from the friendly registered sex offender
All equipped with a mustache and a windowless van you're telling me how much you've changed
I'm trying to hide the crayons and no you can't come in
I'm like your neighbor's hand on your father's throat "Sweetie go back inside, see this is just for adults"
So adult is what we'll be, domestic violence in denim
Each tumble down the stairs appeals your puff paint addendum
You say I'm like your backpack caught on a chain link fence
But dear I'm a thank you card in the future tense
I'm jumping out of cakes serving divorce papers I'd say I love you too but I'm all out of favors
You want to talk about all the feelings I'm feeling like your chalkboard wrists but I don't tally the meaning
You keep forgetting the plot, let alone the long sleeps
My eyes they only know three words and each is pronounced "Please!?"
And I would walk you home if I could find my crutches
Probably listen more if you didn't talk so much
Why don't you show yourself out how can you cry now, this whole things been such a drought
You want to talk about all the feelings I'm feeling You're like a phone call home after eight long seasons
There's a mail order bride and a baby that's teething
Said the smog it hurts your eyes so on the next tain you're leaving
I'm not certain it's the smog more than the constant grieving
But first you're dropping off the kid and sticking me with the feeding I said Oh god damn it you're so mean
You say I'll loose the Christian crowd if I say things like these
But I've already lost them, I couldn't care less
I guess my path it just got wide so I'll just with you all my narrow best

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isabella, isabella, i know where you keep your guns

knekker deg til sist

Sometimes I feel so alone, I just don't know, feels like I been down this road before,
So lonely and cold, It's like something takes over me, Soon as I go home and close the door,
Kinda feels like deja vu, I wanna get away from this place I do,
But I can't and I won't say I tried but I know that's a lie cause I don't
And why I just don't know...