Mar 19, 2015
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You wanna be alone but the pain will not leave ya Try to smile, put yourself to denial But when it's sitting on your brain, all this shit could just eat ya This shit'll just eat ya
'Corpses', Sean Leon
ninelevenne drops tonight
there are no words for my excitement.
two hundred and seventy three.
I am the thorn that grew on the rose that you planted. I've blossomed. When you picked me I pricked you and then withered away into oblivion. You couldn't love me from afar and as a consequence I struck and drew blood from you. Retaliation. Love is appreciation, not possession. When you pick up a flower it dies and it ceases to be what you love. You sealed my fate but my untimely death will not be in vain. No no my dear you will be forever tormented. You've been marked, and it was all for nothing. Scarred, and it was all for nothing. An irresponsible love is as fleeting as it is fatal. Cursed to carry the abominable scar given to you by the very same rose that blossomed for you. A painful reminder that love is not possession, but appreciation. Love is not possession, it is appreciation. Osho. love always, SEANLEON vli. '13
"Quand la tristesse était la mer, vous étiez celui qui m'a appris à nager."
two hundred and fourty nine.
"Goodnight," they said. "Goodbye," I said. They didn't notice. I was never heard from again. love always, SEAN LEON, vli. '13
two hundred and thirty three.
I have an itch. Anyone will do. This isn't true actually, I need someone new. I need a blank canvas to express myself on. I want to create something beautiful, I want to appreciate it briefly, and then I want to destroy it. What comes after expression? After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music. A beautiful woman to make music with, briefly, music only she and I will hear and appreciate once, and never again. A muted symphony of emotion. A cornucopia of forbidden tastes and aromas. I have an itch tonight and tonight only, an itch that will be alleviated by morning so what's it going to be? love always, SEANLEON, vli. '13