Rocky Horror.
There's nothing better than a drunken late night viewing of rocky horror. Just me and you, some drugs and a bottle of gin.

Easy for me.

I have a problem with commitment.
You might have noticed it's been awhile since my last post.
You might have also noticed my last post was my first post.
Just like my lack of commitment to this blog,
I seem to lack even more when it comes to my relationships.
I haven't kept a girlfriend or boyfriend for more than 2 weeks since
I broke up with this chick magnet.


He was a bastard. Not as a person but as my boyfriend.
I was a bitch so it was an even playing field.
Even though we fought and controlled each other,
we loved like I've never loved before.
He made me feel like I was made for him, and he was made for me.

2 years.

2 years.

Its been 6 months now since i got the call from him.
"we need to talk", as he calls me from another girls home phone.
Easy for me, easy for you to find another toy.
But i gave you all the love i had in that organ,
that one we seem to identify as the carrier of all good.
but what good did it do me?

And now I've got problems.
I said a problem but who really has just one.

Crickets.

Drip down to my fingertips
The river slips and slides and slips
He sings to me a sweet lullaby
but as I drift to sleep, all I hear are crickets.

Broken smiles and shifty eyes,
Shatter through your heart break ties
They silence all your fucking lies
with thin green skin and innocence.

Cold hearts turn the world to ice
Frosted tips and ice cube thighs
Never see the world of Christ,
in the way you crunch their bones.

Passion Fire burns all truth in sight
Dries the grass and ends the fight
Hate starves the animals
until all that's left is dust.

Crickets are all I hear.