black and bluebird

Tue, 11 Nov 2008 23:56:21 GMT

Two bodies pressed together
Two boys are falling hard
The smell of sweat and leather
A kinky greeting card

Crazy about each other
We both have fucked our pasts
But when we are together
We have a fucking blast

I wanna be a housewife
What's so wrong with that?
I wanna be a housewife, yeah
And that's just where I'm at

I'm making guacamole
He's working on the car
When he grills turkey burgers
He knows I like them charred

I like to wash the dishes
I like to scrub the floors
Don't mind doing his laundry
What are boyfriends for?

I wanna be a housewife
What's so wrong with that?
I wanna be a housewife, yeah
And that's just where I'm at

I wanna have his baby
I want to wear his ring
He drives me fuckin' crazy
I am his everything

I wanna be a housewife
What's so wrong with that?
I wanna be a housewife, yeah
And that's just where I'm at

I wanna be a housewife
What's so wrong with that?
Can't wait till he's in my life,
Cause we haven't met
We haven't met yet
We haven't met yet
We haven't met yet
met yet

Sun, 19 Oct 2008 19:57:29 GMT

So Devon went to jail. She and Danny totally beat up those guys who beat me up a few months ago. I told them not to, that it didn't matter but they did anyways. But I dunno, some people are just ignorant and dumb and...maybe those people deserve some compassion. It's like, wh am I to decide if they're bad people or not? I guess. I don't even really know what I'm saying. But Danny sold his guitar and I sold my turntables to pay her bail and she's out now.

Halloween is really soon and now the club is getting more well known they're planning a really huge party. I have no idea what I'm going to wear or go as or anything yet! I'm spinning in the back room from 12-2, so the rest of the night maybe I can actually dance or something. The club owner, Marius apparently told Whitney to move me to the main room for the Halloween party. I guess cause I play spookier and darker music but it's pretty exciting. It'll be my first night playing the bigger room. I was kind of thinking about inviting Allison to go with me. I mean, not with me with me, just, you know. If he wants to go. Or not. Devon said she's going as Iggy Pop...

Sun, 24 Aug 2008 17:19:51 GMT

So I enrolled in school today, which I'm kinda excited about. I'm actually pretty good at school and I like it because it's like, there are grades there and no one can argue with that. If that makes sense. I signed up for Anthropology, Art History and Earth Science. I like learning and books. They make so much more sense then people. I mean, it's like all the information is right there for you, laid out. Devon says it's just because I'm so antisocial, and I guess she's right. She also says that the Rolling Stones' music is better then Patrick's and I think she's wrong. But I won't tell her. She'd probably punch me or something.

And I guess I was supposed to go on this date like a week ago. I think it may have been a date, though I don't really know. I met this boy with a big mohawk named Alison and he invited me to help him volunteer or something. But I didn't go. I mean, I kinda wanted to I think, but Irene and I got into this huge fight. She's been pretty weird since I turned eighteen and I think it has something to do with me being able to get to the money from my parents, and I'm using it for school. She says there's no way I'll be able to finish school becaus eI'm so scattered and I shouldn't waste it. Maybe she's right. I know she is just looking out for me, and she's probably afraid I'll leave her or something and move out. I know she is lonely.

Maybe it wasn't even a date anyways, though he did kiss me. But he was probably just making fun of me or something, I mean boys don't usually kiss me and I was falling all over the place like a spazz and it might have just been something he thought was funny to do.

But none of this is realy important, I hardly ever use this thing because I assume no one is interested in hearing any of this stupid stuff. The only person I ever talk to about it is Devon and I even think she gets bored with it.

Mostly I just wanted to say that I'm DJing a party at Stardust this weekend and I think it might be fun so maybe if you guys aren't busy, you could come.

That's all I really am shutting up now.

Sat, 10 May 2008 04:51:52 GMT

Uhm, yeah, so. I DJ on Thursdays now and this was my set this past week. I just thought I would post it. Maybe it will make someone dance.

Fri, 09 May 2008 03:08:20 GMT

I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my voice
Whats a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love

I send this smile over to you.

Sat, 19 Apr 2008 01:24:24 GMT

[Valentine oneshot!]

Valentine trampled through the living room, careful to move fast enough to blur his disheveled appearance in the unlikely event his foster mother was even attentive enough to notice. The door was slammed and bag thrown angrily across the expanse of his room, which was more like a nest of clothing then a room. He immediately let out a long huffing sigh, pointy spine flat to the closed door behind him as he slid down it’s surface to sit. He winced upon landing. And then his fragile made-up face was in his fragile, skinned fingers.

After a moment he crawled on all fours across the room, wading through the shallow ocean of black clothing to a free standing mirror on the other side. He inspected his face. Looks like the first punch was swelling into a black eye somewhere underneath the intentional rings of black liner. He should have just laid down after that, taken his chances with boots and pavement, but no. He steadied himself just in time for another-though split lips don’t take too long to heal. Black polished nails, most of which had been visibly gnawed away, prodded at the afflicted bottom pout, each poke causing a flinch of pain-though he didn’t stop. He finally stopped his battered face began to curl inwards, fighting back the urge to cry with a sniffle and painful bite of his lips. For a boy like him, a walk home was always a potential battlefield of abusive slander and the violence of misunderstanding. Normally he’d lay in front of his stereo and let the drum machines and beats take him. But this time instead he stood up suddenly and galloped to his window, which he flung open and leaned his upper body out of.

He tried to listen, to hear it, the sing-song symphony of the enchanted wilderness. The baritone crooning of the breeze, the sound of cattails beating against the house. Something. Anything to take him back to the safety he felt, the calm they had created. His eyes closed and he concentrated…but nothing came, and his face began to dry against the late night breeze grazing his skin. Not chilled, just…cold. He heard only the disappointment of suburbia’s pathetic cry of sirens and the stale electronic hum of power lines. He let out his held breath in a sigh and collapsed in on the window, elbows folding inward and catching his tender cheek. He lay there until he began to fall asleep.

I’m calling without phone-lines, my darling.

Somewhere in the moments of sleep and wake he heard it-just the faintest gasp of nature. Winds maybe, the gust of billowing air before a storm. It made him blink his eyes awake and come to, tired eyes sweeping the darkness just outside his window. “….P-Patrick?” It was a miniscule whisper released into the massive nighttime sky. He immediately felt silly for it, but something still held his gaze upwards as though the stars (that he could barley make out through the artificial daylight haze of Vegas) were going to answer.

Mon, 10 Mar 2008 21:49:41 GMT

Once upon a time there was a boy named Valentine, who was invisible.

He did everything he could to been seen or heard. He danced in busy streets and dyed his hair funny colors and used razorblades for people who looked right through him.

One day, he was kidnapped from the world by the god Apollo, who for some reason hung out in airports and wore hot pants a lot. He was taken by minibus/chariot of fire to a castle in the shape of a cottage in the woods. The God with the heart of a unicorn sung stories and told the skinny boy amazing secrets-like how to shower in the rain and live without the internet. (Though. He stole glimpses and snuck in posts in the bathroom from his Sidekick.)

He showed the boy that it was not he who was invisible, but rather, the world that was blind.

And for the first time he was seen. And for the first time he was heard, by eyes and ears designed for those types of things.

And the world woke up around him.

Wed, 05 Mar 2008 01:45:04 GMT

cause if I find
If I find my own way
How much will I find
If I find
If I find my own way
How much will I find
You.

I dont know anymore
What its for
I'm not even sure
If there is anyone who is in the sun
Will you help me to understand
cause I been caught in between
all I wish for and all I need
Maybe youre not even sure what its for
Any more than me

May gods love be with you
Always
May gods love be with you

[My boys totally just had a Magnolia singing to themselves montage moment.]

Tue, 19 Feb 2008 08:08:08 GMT

[Just a daily dose of some super ic cuteness!]

Valentine coward in the corner of the bathroom, where he'd fleed, squirming and running away faster then the heartrate that pounded against his proturding pair of ribs. He tugged his Sidekick out-the only remenants of modern society for miles-and began to type into furiously, a text he hoped would go through to Shaun:

"OMG.OMG.OMG. I haven't washed my hair in three days and I smell like the lake and I think he still wants to kiss me-what does that mean??"

Shaun, who was less proficent at this entire texting, cell phone technology business answered only after waking Joseph to ask him what this weird word, "omg" meant. Shaun felt he was a bit of an expert when it came to having someone who still wanted to kiss you, even slathered in mud, so it wasn't just his inability to type very well on his phone that kept his answer simple:

"Kiss him."

Thu, 14 Feb 2008 21:45:53 GMT

[Hahaa, get it? Get it?!....:cough: right. Have a deligthful one, All Roads!<3 Roo]

Wed, 13 Feb 2008 17:13:42 GMT

Once upon a time,
I really hate bikes.

Fri, 08 Feb 2008 00:41:45 GMT

Once upon a time the girly boy named Valentine's stomach was full of rather agressive butterflies and he was trying to post from his phone from the passenger seat of a very bouncey carriage that looked a lot like a mini bus.

Feel me I'm numb
Put your skinny arms around me
Steal me while I'm young
And vunerable

Take it slow
Let the music find you
Have a go
Go and lose it one last time

Really, I've become
a great escape for your children
Steal me while I'm young
So vunerable

Take it slow
Let the music find you
Have a go
Go and lose it one more time
All rise

Tonight begins the
best days of our lives
let me go

Don't wait up
We're never coming home

Rise
Tonight don't wait up
We won't be back alive

Don't let me go

Sat, 26 Jan 2008 18:59:00 GMT

Once upon an entirly other time, the boy who looked like a girl called Valentine lived under the castle roof of a really sad, but slightly evil foster mother. She had the boobs of a twenty one year old-filled with the blood of unicorns but a face that showed her real age. Like something out that video game, Silent Hill. Valentine did what he could to stay away from her, including fleeing with the handsome girl who looked like a boy named Devon and getting a third job selling magical trinkents and souviners to visiters at the airport. Despite the fact they forced him to wear the ever tourterous polyester and a hat that smashed his magical crown of hair he was happy to have gold to save to escape his tower. In the meantime, that really tall sun fae still had his voice, but it was alright. He didn't have much to say anyways, though he found that people in the airport were desperate to talk to him. He had no idea why.

Sun, 20 Jan 2008 20:37:40 GMT

Once upon a time:
There was a small pointy boy who kind of looked like a girl named Valentine.
He was nearly mute, you see, and had a hard time saying anything. And then just when he was learning how to speak his voice was stolen from him by a (possibly evil) fairy prince with hair made of fire-through a kiss.
(of course, isn't it always?)
And now the prince has returned to his house, somehwere in the trunk of a tree or maybe in a ring of mushrooms, and Valentine is trapped in his tower (room) typing on a computer with no idea how to find his voice again.
I think I, I mean he, will just paint his nails. The end.

Sun, 06 Jan 2008 05:04:03 GMT

I'm not good at talking about myself. I mean I guess I'm not really good at talking in general. I mean about anything really. I guess that's not really true. But I think it mostly is. OMG though they finally gave me a job working door at Equinox. I really wanted to start DJing but I do work most days of the week so it's good to keep me clear of the house at least.

But not tonight. So I was really bored and filled this survey out-though I think I broke the rules because I put more then one answer on a lot of them. Are there rules? Wait, why do I think there are rules on the internet? I mean people post pictures of their naked girlfriends and things on the internet. That's just weird. If there were rules that wouldn't happen.

This is why I don't talk. Or type for that matter.
If you need me I'll be dancing in my room.<3<3

Opening Credits: Coming Home-The Cruxshadows

Theme Song: Hounds Of Love-Kate Bush

Waking Up Scene: Heart Of Glass-Blondie

Car Driving Scene: Kudou-Dir en grey

High School Flashback Scene: Seventeen-Ladytron/ Elenore Rigby-The Beatles/ Inclined To Vomit- ADULT.

Nostalgic Scene: Black Dove (January)-Tori Amos/ Somewhere Else To be-VAST

Bitter, Angry Scene: Nothing-The Cruxshadows

Break-up Scene: Never Is A Promise-Fiona Apple / Let’s Go-New Order

Regret Scene: Sympathy-The Cruxshadows

Getting Ready Scene: This Charming Man-The Smiths

Nightclub/Bar Scene: Good Boys-Blondie

Dance Scene: Into The Groove-Madonna/ She’s Dancing-The Last Dance

Fight/Action Scene: Stockholm Syndrome-Muse

Sad, Breakdown: Teardrop-MassiveAttack

Falling In Love: Take Me With You-Prince/ Just Like Heaven-The cure

Running Through The Rain: The Rain Within Her Hands-Bella Morte

Dreaming About Someone Scene: Maps-The Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Dreaming Scene: Perfect Drug-Nine Inch nails/ Fiction-Orgy

Sex Scene: Sex(I’m A…)-Berlin / Thrill Me-U2

Contemplation Scene: Magic’s In the Makeup-No Doubt / This Is For Love-Wolfshiem

Chase Scene: Less Talk More Rock-Freezepop

Happy Love Scene: The Music Will Find You-King Adora / To Here Knows When-My Bloody Valentine

Happy Friend Scene; In This Together-Apoptygma Bezerk

Death Scene: Rock And Roll Suicide-David Bowie

Funeral Scene: Kiss Them For Me-Siouxie and The Banshees

Closing Credits: Under The Stairs-The Birthday Massacre