Favourite genre of music: Anything except Country and Christian
Personal Quote: Better to ask for forgivness later than for permission first.
She Who Walks with FireFlames erupt around me
As you step into the room
And deaf as I am, I only feel the heat.
You do not speak
And yet the ink flows from your fingertips
Causing havoc each step you take;
It's always the quiet ones, isn't it?
Edmund Burke and William BlakeEdmund Burke and William Blake
Set me down, put my head on a silver plate.
Tuesdays become Thursdays and jumble my mind
While alcohol becomes important
And homework's a waste of time.
The words blur into pictures
And pictures blur into words
But no matter how much I drink
Nothing's calming my nerves.
My head is a mess
Askew with anxiety and self-doubt.
Everyday activities are challenging
When you instead choose to think with your mouth.
The toast is in the fridge
And the milk is in the pantry.
Now everything I eat is either
Hot or too cold for my fancy.
The iron is left plugged up,
The water tap still running
Yet I wait on the porch
For a man who's never coming.
Edmund Blake and William Burke
I started driving in Georgia; now I'm lost in New York.
So listen with your eyes
And look with your ears;
Life is Jeopardy: Unanswered questions of
'Whens?' 'Whos?' 'Whats?' "Wheres?'
I trip up the stairs and fall down the sidewalk;
I screwed up, but we're still welcoming
If only you just knock.