Jean did her best. Denny worked hard. And so together made him a star. And he loved her. Money changed hands. Denny must start. Tallying up things close to his heart.
I am too tired of running. Would you still take me though I keep falling. To hear you say, I have been waiting. And to know your love it is never ending.
Our poise is set, strike now, don't rest. Hesitation can kill the best. These words cannot get through. These teeth lock in the truth. They scream of murder at bodies bruised.
Hop on the bandwagon and ride. No need for guarantees. Precautions all aside. You've got it all. . You're under their submission. A very low and poor condition.
You've got me runnin' 'round in circles. Tied my little brothers to a railroad track. In the black of the night you sit and pant. Crammed them all together in a plastic bag.
(M. Anthony/K. Krome). . When the moon is out it starts to shine. Thunder crashes want to make you mine. The sky lights up in my mind. Fireworks between us you'll find.
(Joan Jett). . I think the Russian's got a weather machine. I think they're planning a takeover scheme. Doin' a good job on our countryside. They want to be our friends, but it's an obvious lie.
You know that I'm not an angel. I told you when you walked in the door. You know that you make me happy. Better than the time before. . Take it or leave it.
Morning has broken. I want to live. It's hard to see when you're blind in the light. . It seems you've forgotten how the mighty can fall. But you've almost gotta see it to believe it.
Bring all those years back. Oh, what a change. With the mind of a child learning. Not one disgrace. . And I know that the world eyes. Would leave it alone.
You change the plans to your whole life. And you'll know where you are. You feel like all the time you've wasted. Is as distant as the stars. Is it a chance that you'll try taking?.
I sit and hear you sleep I dont want to go. Your there beside me, but your so far away. I talk to you while your asleep. You cant hear a word, you can hear everything..
Howard Phillips Lovecraft, Heaven knows, had a talent for writing which was of no mean proportion; only what he did with this talent was a shame and a caution and an eldritch horror. if he had only gotten the Hell down out of his auntie's attic and obtained a job with the Federal Writers Project of the WPA, he could have turned out guidebooks that would be classics and joys to read, forever. Only he stayed up there, muffled up to the tip of his long, gaunt New England chin against the cold which lay more in his heart than in his thermometer, living on 19 cents worth of beans a day, rewriting (for pennies) the crappy MSS of writers whose complete illiteracy would have been a boon to all mankind - ah, but life is a boon; and producing ghastly, grisly, ghoulish and horrifying works of his own as well - of man-eating Things which foraged in graveyards, of human/beastie crosses which grew beastlier and beastlier as they grew older, of gibbering shoggoths, and Elder Beings which smelt real bad and were always trying to break through Thresholds and Take Over - rugose, squamous, amorphous nasties, abetted by thin, gaunt New England eccentrics who dwelt in attics and who eventually Never Seen Or Heard From Again. Serve them damn well right, I say..
Tower of strength takes to the sea. Scours ocean via quay. Same old story muscle bound and gorey. Brand new story death without glory. Infinite story so new, so hoary.
Couldn't stand Dummy+Maddy no More. Thats why I had to go to the Psycho Squat,. Now the Fleas carry blood around my Body. The winning Spiel goes round and Round.