yeah,

but nobody searches,
nobody cares somehow.

i am jacks

Narrator:
When people think you're dying, they really, really listen to you, instead of just...

Marla Singer:
- instead of just waiting for their turn to speak?

international police

Tell them now your pleasure's set upon slow-release.

old woman. wise words.

This ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our worst instincts.
What can be more absurd than choosing to carry a burden that one really wants to throw to the ground?
To detest, and yet to strive to preserve our existence?
To caress the serpent that devours us, and hold him close to our bosoms till he has gnawed into our hearts?

run.

fire.

in the peach pit.

uh.

got nothin'

::shrugs::

excuse me.

burp.

still breathing

I have buried you
Every place I've been 


You keep ending up
In my shaking hands

fft

the rug
just is.

n/a

Rain you are me
Shake the memory free
Can't squelch the molten soul
Can't chase away the hole.

jerry, this is george

i got nothing to say.

rkfomh

The blues they send to meet me
Won't defeat me.

j.s.

sometimes the road less traveled
is less traveled for a reason.

that's a lot of gum

it's a little lo-meiny...

it rubs the lotion...

And I feel sickened
And who the fuck are you anyway? you suck.
It's making sick

Please arise up off the fucking knees
And hop off the train for a second
And try to find your own fucking heart

It's classical anyways
How cool cruel are you?
I remember
I feel sick

i remember

The thing is I don't give enough to actually give a fuck
You're plain boring and you bore me asleep

siren song

tie me to the mast
fill your ears with wax.

hat

purrrrr.

cat

meow.