September 26, 2006
we missed each other in our dreams
über den liebenden gibt es kein gesetz
unter den liebenden zählt die regel nicht
wegen der liebenden gibt es möglichkeit
und ohne die liebenden lohnt die suche nicht
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above lovers stands no law
among lovers rules count nothing
because of lovers there is possibility
and without lovers a search is worth nothing
rubie stone at 11:02 PM,
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September 25, 2006
the sound of the car driving off made me feel diseased
he came, he stayed, he fell.
i suppose you can't think about me driving off to leave barely awake. see, i took a little nap while the road was straight and had a dream..
i can remember you telling me "your sorry eyes, they cut through bone. they make it hard to leave you alone.. leave you wearing your wounds"
just for a momment this was our shelter. what a shitty thing to say.. did you really mean it?
you never said a word to me about what passed between and took it for real.
then you got nervous, started whistling. every thought was a ricochet.. did you notice?
well, i wondered: what's the worst thing you could say? and i froze up and sighed..
you reminded me of someones daughter. i forgot her, i forgot her name ashamed.
just let me tell you something.. i hate to walk behind other people's ambition.
now back to my dream.. i saw myself waiting. saint like. with my warning "leave alone".. i don't belong here anyway.
honestly, it still kills me like it did before, but there's no need to worry. or is there? the chimes fell over each other
and i fell onto my knees.. i picked up to put away anything of yours that's still around... but i didn't know what to do
with your clothes or your letters.. it could make a whisper out of you.
well, i rid you of me for you to do whatever the hell you want to.. i've seen the end of the day come too soon..
i had not a lot to say, not a lot to do. looks like you buried your heart and your mind in the sand at the beach. you played the game
and you owe nothing to yourself.
when i woke up cops were running around the scene looking for some kind of clue. they ever get uptight when a moth gets crushed.
i'm lying down, blowing smoke from my cigarette.. little whisper smoke signs you'll never get.
rest a day, for tomorrow you can't tell.
rubie stone at 12:29 AM,
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September 17, 2006
the light that shines from you
whenever you're happy
is worth every minute that we've saved ourselves.
rubie stone at 5:03 PM,
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September 01, 2006
dancing with the devil's past has never been too fun
avalanche is sullen and too thin. billy is all dressed up, lookin at you and evereyone's still trying to figure out
if he's a girl or a if he's a boy.
sue is in her bedroom starving herself to rid herself of sin. she takes dad's scissors to her skin and
when she does relief comes setting in. but noone would understand it so she hides the scars she's making underneath her pretty clothes.
therapy is Speedie's brand new drug, she says they try to comprehend that which they'll never comprehend.
so what about me... me, well.. i wish i wasn't flesh and blood.
if i wasn't, would not be scared of bullets built with me in mind. you should see my scars.
it's better off than trying to take a bullet from a gun.
rubie stone at 1:15 AM,
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