My washing machine is stuck on pre-cycle.

And by washing machine I mean me, and by pre-cycle, I mean pms.








I want chocolate.

and to cry about sad songs.







You in the fast car, is it fast enough that we can fly away?



Darling, give me your absence tonight, take the shade from the canvas and leave me the white
let me sink in the silence that echoes inside, and don't bother leaving the light on
Cause I suddenly feel like a different person
from the roots of my soul, comes a gentle coercion and I ran my hands o'er a strange inversion
a vacancy that just did not belong
The Child is Gone
Honey help me out of this mess
I'm a stranger to myself
don't reach for me, I'm too far away
don't want to talk cause there's nothing left to say..
so my darling give me your absence tonight
take all of your sympathy and leave it outside
Cause there's no kind of lovin' that'll make this alright
I'm trying to find a place I belong...
And I suddenly feel like a different person
from the roots of my soul, comes a gentle coercion ..
and I ran my hands o'er a strange inversion
a vacancy that just did not belong
The Child is Gone




Won't do no good to sing no love song
no sound can save you like the presence of a man
won't do no good asking no questions
your divination should acquaint you with the plan



All I want.. is to save you, honey
or..the strength to walk away..




Come back mystery noter.




I go out walking, after midnight, out in the moonlight - just like we used to do.