Current mood:	confused
Current music:	could've gone mad--poe

You could go your own way
god, my hand is fucking ITCHING for my guitar. i burned my fingertips again a few times this week to help me toughen up and play through the pain, but nothing beats actually doing it. one thing that didn't fail about living with the 'rents was my ability to play whenever i liked since they slept like stones and the wall wasn't fucking paper...

i was learning this song (along with "i used to love her" by GNR, "one in a million" by GNR, "patience" by GNR, and like, 2384972398472 bowie songs. XDD) but i have hit a fucking wall...that being that i live in a shit apartment that would make it rough for me to play guitar and bellow lyrics at 4.30 in the morning. >.O;;

christ. i need to play. i am thinking of going outside and sitting on my car and just waiting for morning with my guitar at the park. psycho, much?



I don't wanna work in a building downtown,
no I don't wanna work in a building downtown
I don't know what I'm gonna do,
'cause the planes keep crashing,
always two by two.
I don't wanna work in a building downtown,
No I don't wanna see when the planes hit the ground.

I don't wanna work in a building downtown,
I don't wanna work in a building downtown,
Parking their cars in the underground,
Their voices when they scream, they make no sound.
I wanna see the cities rust
and the trouble makers riding on the back of the bus

Dear God, I'm a good Christian man,
In your glory, I know you understand,
That you gotta work hard and you gotta get paid,
My girl's 13 but she don't act her age.
She can sing like a bird in a cage,
Oh Lord, if you could see her when she's up on that stage!

You know that I'm a God fearing man,
You know that I'm a God fearing man,
But I just gotta know if its part of your plan
To seat my daughters there by your right hand
I know that you'll do what is right, Lord.
For they are the lanterns, and you are the light.

Now I'm overcome,
By the light of day.
My lips are near but my heart is far away.
Tell me what to say,
I'll be your mouthpiece!

Into the light of a bridge that burns
As I drive from the city with the money that I earned.
Into the black of a starless sky,
I'm staring into nothing and I'm asking you why:
Lord, will you make her a star?
So the world can see who you really are.

Little girl, you're old enough to understand,
That you'll always be a stranger in a strange, strange land.
The men are gonna come while you're fast asleep,
so you better just stay close and hold on to me.
If my little mocking bird don't sing,
Then daddy won't buy her no diamond ring.

Dear God, would you send me a child?
Oh God, would you send me a child?
'Cause I wanna put it up on the TV screen,
so the world can see what your true word means.
Lord would you just send me a sign?
'Cause I just gotta know if I'm wasting my time!

Now I'm overcome,
By the light of day.
My lips are near but my heart is far away.
Now the war is won,
Howcome nothing tastes good?

You're such a sensitive child!
Oh, you're such a sensitive child!
I know you're tired but it's alright,
I just need you to sing for me tonight.
You're gonna have your day in the sun;
You know God loves the sensitive ones.

Oh! My little bird in a cage!
Oh! My little bird in a cage!
I need you to get up for me, up on that stage,
and show the men that you're old for your age.
Now ain't the time for fear,
But if you don't take it, it'll disappear.

Oh! My little mockingbird sing!
Oh! My little mockingbird sing!
I need you to get up on that stage for me, honey,
And show the men it's not about the money.

Wanna hold a mirror up to the world
So that they can see themselves inside my little girl.

Do you know where I was at your age?
Any idea where I was at your age?
I was working downtown for the minimum wage.
And I'm not gonna let you just throw it all away.
I'm through being cute, I'm through being nice,
Oh tell me, Lord, am I the Antichrist?!


dude, i drew A LOT today. A LOT. i need to scan shit.

also, pretty much i want to write drabbles again. anyone got a memewrite for me? i have three dethklok fics i am fiddling with: "messy hair" (comedic), "knotted" and "alone" (me fanficing?! FOR SHAME! :O I never fanwrite!) but i am too damn shy to post anything. also, pretty much i want to write something quick and light. any requests? anything at all? ;3

also, sandman has re-taken my life. THE ARTS MUST FLOW.

gah, i never sleep anymore. what is that? O.O;;

i drew a horribly amazing picture of something terrifying. haku knows the fucking score on that one. abba pwns.

pinky!ofdensen needs glasses. justify me buying more wire for glasses, plx?


and i need a concert. badly. i dunno if i can wait for the 4th...or the 7th....

gah, i dunno. i am just posting to post at this point. fuck that. XD

and i am overfuckingJOYED that pietro is considering apocalyptica with me this month. *dances* i really wanna go to some concerts soon. i am under stimulated to a crazy degree. i feel like i am messing things up just to fix them lately.

i have so many goddamn things to work on, but i feel insatiable lately. i have commissions for dolls again, the illustrations, fanworks, and other requests, but i want to do more. i need inspiration for my action, but not for a source so much as a need. i have too many things i want to draw, but the paper just gets covered and i feel like nothing is enough.

should i have accepted the 6,000 for my painting? should i paint again? my skeletons have been taunting me from their canvases under the bed to be hung again. should i, or am i just being prideful?

whatever. sorry, guys. i am really disconnected and i need to write this to read later somehow...