snake eyes.snake eyes.

we never did rattle those ivory die

slumdog chamillionaire.

I guess you left me eating my words. A little taste of my own medicine. It's short yet oh so sweet. It's the sugarcoat that makes me, makes me weak.

hushhhh?

we swore we'd never make a sound, but this skin talks & lately i'm pleading it speaks. these sheets bleed sugar & sweat. we made waves between catching our breaths. oh no don't come knocking. don't come knocking at all. we hide behind closed doors. these walls have stories, leading roles, misleading hearts. stop the tape. rewind to remind. rewind & we're done.

the great white hype.

i've been walking around with my head in the sand. breathing's overated, unless taken with a grain. i swear, oh i swear that it's all i can do. parading sharks skin while protesting 'research'. hypocrits headlined the week. condoned in black & white. the media can molest the best outta me. and you? i hope that you can read between the print. it sticks. it stick. like another dollar in rupert's pocket. we'll never see change.

sicksicksex, oh my.

With the devil on my sshoulder, you know I'm all ears. All I want is to walk this pillowtalk, only I never know where this road will lead. It's the age old questions collecting the dust..but trust, trust, trust me we're all weak at our needs. The bedposts can host 'love' just don't make yourself at home. Pip says that 'love doesn't live here' we house only a demonstration model. Watch our chemistry combust under the sunlight of morning afters.