'I love you' is so cliche, hmmmm... so, will you be my John Cusack?

I shall forever be damned to haunt these hills as the hermit of eternity. I am pained by this darkness, and the echos of silence. These lyrics, fuck this song... speaks volumes about my distorted reality, my myth.

I exist for no one. No one to sleep in on Sunday afternoons with, nothing but the sound of the rain overhead. No one to tell me stories in the fire, sipping wine and lost in the leather bounds of grand adventures. Star gazing, mapping out dreams of future promises.

This Byronic hero does not exist, just as I do not. I merely breathe, but I do not exist. I hear him, somewhere, I hear him, feel him, there is a familiar taste, among strangers ... alas he too runs to hide from me as well.

If eyes are the windows to ones soul, please enlighten me and tell me what you see, what do you see in one who does not have a soul?

Lazy L'Amour on Tuesday Afternoons...

http://www.imeem.com/people/0PN318/music/mH5krH8U/tom_waits_take_it_with_me/

Phone's off the hook

No one knows where we are

It's a long time since I

Drank champagne

The ocean is blue

As blue as your eyes

I'm gonna take it with me

When I go

Old long since gone

Now way back when

We lived in Coney Island

Ain't no good things

Ever dies

I'm gonna take it with me

When I go

Far far away a train

Whistle blows

Wherever you're goin

Wherever you've been

Waving good bye at the end

Of the day

You're up and you're over

And you're far away

Always for you, and

Forever yours

It felt just like the old days

We fell asleep on Beaula's porch

I'm gonna take it with me

When I go

All broken down by

The side of the road

I was never more alive or

Alone I've worn the faces off

All the cards

I'm gonna take it with me

When I go

Children are playing

At the end of the day
Strangers are singing

On our lawn

It's got to be more

Than flesh and bone

All that you're loved

Is all you own

In a land there's a town

And in that town there's

A house

And in that house

There's a woman

And in that woman

There's a heart I love

I'm gonna take me when I go

I'm gonna take it

With me when I go

~Tom Waits

Ode to the perfect man, read to me...no wait, lets hold hands and skip

Okay, where am I going with this? I don't know, but why don't we go on a journey together?

I know I realize I bash the penis every chance I get.. ( no I am not an angry lesbian, nothing wrong with being a lesbian, I just hate that male organ for other reasons) ...

Anyway, first of all it is the ugliest thing I have EVER seen. Now, before you go getting your panties in a bunch, I know I am not much to look at either, but I can at least admit that with some dignity. Looks are trivial, so putting that aside, Know this: I do exist! No, I don`t want sex because you think I am being coy with you. Talk with me first, know me and then we will see where this leads. I AM NOT A WHORE!! and before you all start pointing fingers, this is to all and no one in particular

Okay that out of the way, I am sick of feeling like I have to compete for a lousy date with people, what makes you so special, that I get put on the back burner? I just want a chance, a chance at life and all it has to offer and not have to force myself to be something I am not for the sake of something you think and I know I will never be.

I want to wake up beside you (morning breath and all), and still feel the butterflies like a first kiss. I want to know you will be there even when I am going through my "John Cusack, lover to Alan Rickman, dead on a toilet" phase. I want to be in perfect union with you, like warm rain on a sunday afternoon.

Does he exist ? Will it be with me?

Watch me lament and cry the sweet salty tears of ignorant love.

I have bared my wrists, do you care to take the first slice as I fade into the background?!

http://www.imeem.com/people/oNjf6/music/NzK0fuSb/alan_rickman_dark_harbor_poem/

You know,

I look at you and it’s funny,

you don’t remind me of myself exactly

but you remind me of a certain time,

I remember what I used to think love was then;

that it was the fireworks, the explosions, the highlights,

and it's not,
It’s time!

To go through the seasons together

through change

through the ups and downs,

to be able to look at your beloved in the eye

and say,"We did that together as one,we chose each other above all others".

That’s love.

It’s unexplainable.

It’s a secret that can only be known

once you’ve done the time.

~Alan Rickman in Dark Harbour

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