half bakedthoughts
i
battle of the sexes, innit?

sweaty palms are useless
words are only weapons
boys on girls but it ain't
sexual
ii
heard palpitations

it's just a strong bass line
that reverberates your soul
and wierd electronica
that's all it is
iii
stupid god

god gave with both hands
to him and god i'm breaking
all the seven deadly sins
just by looking at him
(lust,greed,and,envy,being
thetop3)
iiii
can't beleive it

it's completely foreign
yet here's an oxymoron:
it's completely familair, too

i've felt this feel before
i've heard this voice before
i've laughed this laugh before

i'm bored
-- lonely

it's like fucking ground hog day
without you here
v
oxymorons

and while we're on the subject
of blatant oxy m o r o n s
aren't they becoming just so
god damn it fashionable...?

eyes wide shut
oh aren't you clever?

gah!