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conor declan banks - December 23, 2008 06:20 PM (GMT)

we got the afternoon, you got this room for two, one thing I've left to do,
discover me, discovering you. one mile to every inch of, your skin like
porcelain, one pair of candy lips and, your bubblegum tongue..Cause if
you want love, we'll make it, swim in a deep sea, of blankets, take all
your big plans, and break 'em,

conor declan banks ,
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this is bound to be a while.


caring is creepy
other halfstarved of oxygen so give me your hand and let's jump out the window
like bloodwe've taken on a climb and it's long enough to put the best of us on
inseperableyou must be using potions. how else could you tie my head to the sky?
partner in crimewe come in doing cartwheels and we crawl out by ourselves
best friendlike a kid eating limes we're in town when bees are let out we get laughs
confidantcrossing the bridge on weak cables huddled up because we know our fate
close friendlove remember you're the one who summoned me above any other kind
good friendyou told us of your new life there you got someone coming round
drinking buddieswe get nerves and we drown it in booze we take lives from you
partyhoppersone hand on this wiley comet, take a drink just to give me some
ex enemiesi've sold all my evil motives, no icicles stuck in my hide. i'm through
buddieslocked behind shutters i knew what worthless dregs we've always been
old friendyou might find some fools at your doorstep hustling the latest changes
fake friendsclose your eyes to corral a virtue, but is this even fooling anyone else?
first name basisbut we've been backed against all nature's walls for way too long
by associationso let's abandon that track and leave our fathers fighting in a sack
familiarthough comedy softens the fall they still hear us with their ears to the wall
acquaintedthey're parking their cars on your chest you've still got a view of the sky
just metconfection left me wondering why i can't concern myself with ordinary


kissing the lipless
finalyou've got too much to wear on your sleeves it has too much to do with me
in loveyour lips when we speak are the valleys and peaks of a mountain range
one-sided-loveyou love a sinking stone that will never elope so get used to it
currenttake this ride and let it slide into the cracks where fall and winter collide
somedayand one day i'll be wondering how i got so old just wondering how
crushwalking up a slide and there are those we know who'd have us five miles
one-sided crushi find a fatal flaw in the logic of love and go out of my head
past-goodi have never worked so long and so hard just to cement a failure
past-badwe could have been so good-natured if i'd relented when you insisted
past-feelingsyou wanna fight for this love but honey you can't wrestle a dove
puppylovethat's the strangest in attempt to multiply marionettes on weak cables
physical attractioni felt like i could just fly but nothing happened when i tried
fuck buddyyou'll find those voices are just your ego's attempt to make it clean
makeout friendthe girl on the wing of a barnstormer. the tidal rabbit who came
friends w. benefitsi went to school and saw slides of where i'm supposed to be
enemies w. benefitssome uber-man i would make, but i am only a vapour
sexual tensionand your shape on the dance floor will have me thinking filthy
infatuationto keep this boat afloat there are things you can't afford to know
awkwardcooked these tongues are tied, around the block an airborne blight
datingthe gutter may profess its love, then follow it with hesitation out there
teasegirl, you muse atone some. don't leave me no phone number there
flirtingyour clever eyes could easily disguise. it's enough to make me nervous
flingthey're in touch with their inner crutch they won't stab but they'll grab
lustborn to multiply, born to gaze into night skies, all you want's one more


fighting in a sack
cut throatyou keep them folded in your lap or raise them up to beg for scraps
hardcore hateget the devils in line, a list of things i could lay the blame on
hatei felt like i should cry but nothing happens when i take one in the chin
one-sided hateit took me all of the year to put the poison pill to your ear
dislikewith burnt sage and a forest of bygones, i click my heels and run
one-sided dislikewill you be pulled from the ocean but just a minute too late
enemiesit was when they shone a chlorine light on a host of individual sins
rivalsevery post you can hitch your faith on is up in the sky chock full of lies
irritationthis is way beyond my remote concern of being condescending
avoidancehail to your dark skin hiding the fact that you're dead, dead again
ignorethe selfless fool who hoped he'd save us all never dreamt of sterile hands
friendlythink i'll go home and mull this over before i can cram it down my throat
jealousyyou be damned to be one of us, faced with the dodo's conundrum
envylet's carve my aging face face off, fetch us a knife, start with my eyes
indifferencelooking on the brighter side, there's less to which i'd be obliged
backstabit stays front and centre just like a dart stuck square in your eye
tolerancestill to come, the worst part and you know it. there is a numbness
by associationthat's enough sitting on the fence for fear of breaking dams
ex friendsi want to bury in the yard the grey remains of a friendship scarred
fake enemiesit's a luscious mix of words and tricks that let us bet when


a call to apathy
familyhold your glass up, hold it in, never betray the way you've always known
love-hatewe can blow on our thumbs and posture, but the lovely are delicate
mixed feelingshe's holding you down with the tips of his fingers just the same
obsessioni dreamt of where we'd stepped and the whole mess of roads we're on
protectiveunderneath the power lines seeking shade dar above our heads
good influencejust get your feet back on the ground and stop floating around
bad influenceat long last it's crashed. this colossal mass is broken up into bits
secretyou know you'd trade your life for any ordinary joe's. do it now or grow old
forbiddencan you hear a subtle aching tone? though the earth, through the water
stalkerthe black breeze blows where underneath the waves you were most alone
trustwind from a wasp could blow them into the sea with stones on their feet
distrustuntie me because i've said no vows. the train is getting way too loud
mentoryou just want to jump up and dance but you have sat on your hands
discomfortthe matress off the floor, walk the cramps off, go meander in the cold
neighbourall of these squawking birds won't quit. building nothing, laying bricks
room-mateuntil this turn in my head when i had let you stay and you paid no rent
one-night-standi just have to leave here, my girl, and get on with my lonely life
respectlet me walk these coals till you believe i can cut the mustard well enough
admirationmost ideas turn into dust as there are few in which we all can trust
childhoodthrough osmotic patch we're attatched to the past cuz our future's bleak
otherjust last night i woke from some unconscionable dream and had it nailed


pressed in a book
this plot page was made by me, nickolas andrew lawrence iii, otherwise known as
johnny ripper! of caution v. 2. don't rip or steal, or i'll gut you like a pig. all lyrics are
credit to the shins, who i am completely obsessed with at the moment. all colour
blending was done the same way every plot's colours are blended. do not, i repeat,
DO NOT remove this credit, or i will be forced to break your neck. just sayin'.

conor declan banks - December 23, 2008 06:21 PM (GMT)
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you've got [b]age spelled out[/b] things you want to flee, smuggle an ounce in a ball.
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conor declan banks - December 23, 2008 06:22 PM (GMT)
held to the past, too aware of the pending ,
chill as the dawn breaks and finds us up for sale





OMG LYK WHERE'S MA FRANSSS?!





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