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  • You're so lame, I bet you think this blog is about you... but you know what? You're probably right... dumbass.

    "Everyone who is famous sucked a dick to get where they are today. The only difference between us and them? We swallowed it!"
    -Jimmy Urine of Mindless Self Indulgence

    breeze still carries the sound
    maybe i'll disappear
    tracks will fade in the snow
    you won't find me here

    ice is starting to form
    ending what had begun
    i am locked in my head
    with what i've done
    i know you tried to rescue me
    didn't let anyone get in
    left with a trace of all that was
    and all that could have been

    please
    take this
    and run far away
    far away from me
    i am
    tainted
    the two of us
    were never meant to be
    all these
    pieces
    and promises and left behinds
    if only i could see
    in my
    nothing
    you meant everything
    everything to me
    gone fading everything
    and all that could have been

    please
    take this
    and run far away
    far as you can see
    i am
    tainted
    and happiness and peace of mind
    were never meant for me
    all these
    pieces
    and promises and left behinds
    if only i could see
    in my
    nothing
    you meant everything
    everything to me


Ode to Kirbyville…

Posted by yunahalo on February 24, 2007

Oh, how I long for Texas
and Houston Airports smog
I long for Kirbyvilles rainy skies
and it’s endearing fog
How beautiful it’s grass is
and hurricane-wrecked trees
I love the way Kirbyville
is far away from seas (keeps me from drowning)
I think of it’s white trash population
and it brings tears of joy to my eye
the coolest people in the nation
underneath that rainy sky
Why am I not in Kirbyville
blowing things up and drinking beer?
The answer my friend, is blowing in the wind (WTF?)
it’s because I’m here.
Oh, how I long for Texas
and it’s barbeque
it won’t be long before I go
coming to find you.
Then we’ll fornicate and have fun
the good ol’ white trash way
we’ll sit on our non-flushing toilets soon
and think: that was the day
the day Tina came to Kirbyville
and everything just made sense.
Until that day, dearest Tally and Sarah
i see you waiting behind that hurricane-wrecked fence.

by the wonderful Tina

Yay!

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2 Responses to “Ode to Kirbyville…”

  1. iheartblackeyes said

    Best goddamn poetry I’ve ever seen.

  2. yunahalo said

    Yes, it is. Write me a book? :o)

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