An Ex Parrot
2010-03-24, 3:21 a.m.

It's still snowing, and it won't stop-- and who would want it to? The sky is burning orange: fog and snow abound, surely a sign that the desert has no more hold.

Warm in our pillow fort it's surreal to gaze out the window at an ocean of white.

I think I'll have a cigarette and a Dr. Pepper.

"...sweetheart are you feeling closer,
close to the line high above the sky,
or is it better from it's distance,
to see it clear,
to deal with your fear,
that you hold inside,
is the devil you scream,
God, what life you leave behind,
still forcing yourself to bear your cross,
... god bless you all."

Do nothing

Repitition of HatredLoveless AvenueBurn Out (and) Fade Away