

Everything but the GirlWhat ever happened to that girl Back in high school Pretty and eating alone In the library With a too-big sweater on And her thumbs through the sleeves So she can feel them in her palms. Jotting little notes in a book She kept insideEverything but the Girl
Her pocket With a wistful smile To mask how lost she feels. She hides her face Behind her long black hair While reading a philosophy book So she can understand where she fits. Does she still eat alone In a coffee shop somewhere Steam rising from her cup Catching on her glasses So you can't quit


Shoulda been a Space CowboyI should have been a cowboy But that frontier is gone The only unknown places left Lie beyond the light of our sun Now I can be a space cowboy With the solar wind dancing in my hair Letting the stars sing me to sleep And find my peace out there I look at my own reflection It's not all I want to be There's as many stars as there are people So there's somewhere out there for me I'll find some far-off pulsar Live 'neath its radioactive dome And if I point my satellites just right I can hear the music back home When the time comes for me To lay dShoulda been a Space Cowboy


I saw your shipI saw your ship heading so far away; your beautifully crafted bones protecting a beautifully crafted heart among Orion's remains. Why so far away? Are the stars here so boring, so lacking in their lustre, that you must seek new horizons? I know how you feel. The same thing brought me here, so long ago. Olympus Mons is long-since stale and none care for Ceres since Chisme came, crashed and made craters of her caves. I thought things would be better here, in the innards of so great a hunter, but you can't see the colors for all theI saw your ship


The Morning AfterWoke from my eskimo dwelling to a world I don't recognize; bathed in red rather than yellow. It's colder than before, though the sun burns ever-closer. I told you one day our world was gonna end. You're warmer where you landed, beneath the frost with the fragments of Mercury. Our star has swollen to such a size, it never sets and can no longer rise; Hanging bloated in the perpetual dusk around our dying. Start the hunting, magazine full, but save one bullet. Don't let the planet beat you. I'd rather leave my last thoughts spattered red on theThe Morning After
xo!
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show me a day i dont regret what i've done
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my war paint is sharpie ink.
Though I do like solar beam. I see it more as being used ON me rather than BY me.
Fucking sun.
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What about Gengar? or Hitmonlee?
You probably like Mr. Mime too, don't you? DON'T YOU?
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No, I'm a girl. I dig all the cute pokemon. Mew, Polywag, Dragonair, Clefairy, Ninetails etc...
But you know which one I hated the most?
Rapidash.
I can agree with you on the ninetails thing though.
And Gengar's kinda cute, in a bloated, evil, eat-your-dreams kinda way.
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