broken buttons

joe who?

bahaha.
have a nice day :]

panic! on the television

whats happened to the "art" of music?
theres no honesty.
we've been raped.
i hardly listen to anything new these days.
heres a breath of fresh air. something organic if you will.
do it for the music, not its fruit.

bedroomhead

counterfeit!! fake!
i'm deeply disappointed, almost offended.
we need some time to talk.
i knew i could find you here. your "friend" told me so.
i'm sorry i had to break your window, but but its the only way i could get in.
your door seems to be permanently locked from the outside.
you should probably get that shit fixed.
why is it so quiet?
its not like anyone's trying to figure out what you do inside your corner.
it is far too dark for anyone with average sight to see.
oh that's probably where you're planning your next move.
cold and hesitant, my eyes can only make out a silhouette.
you don't seem to mind as the dark encroaches.
okay i get it.
you've obviously been here awhile.
my eyes burn like hell transitioning from bright sunlight to complete darkness.
anyone that just walks in is blind.
you could easily get away with something disgusting.
however, it takes less time for the eye to adapt to bright sunlight from darkness.
i promise you it would make life easier to step outside your box, but you never listen.
i hesitate to feel around your room because of what i might find.
it smells like sex.
i'm not saying i have cobwebs on the zippers of my jeans, but it's a shame you never have yours zipped.
i guess its just easier to give in.
are you under the influence?someone elses influence?
my eyes finally adjust to the darkness
i hardly recognize you.
maybe its the lies.
i once believed you, but i can now see through your shitty disguise.
your ways are superimposed on a dark screen.
strategically planned self surgery.
i reach for your hand but you won't take it.
i reach for the door but its bolted shut by ignorance
i miss you!! i scream at the top of my lungs.
your face still blank and emotionless.
your mouth opens and nothing comes out.
your words are rehearsed and have lost their worth.
i'm done here.
any more reaching would break my limbs.
i'll leave through the window until you decide to open your door.