#ps eliot

[letleapingfrogsfly]

u submit cuz we're only human baby

[letleapingfrogsfly]

i bet you thought you’d die before you’d see the day that i’d adhere to these trite tender cliches like you and me we’ve been through 🧚everything 🧚 why we deny this pattern or what underlies teenage southern comfort penitent goodbyes and my laments always sound like lullabies it’s how our hearts contrived, to hang heavy we get caught up all drenched in misanthropy disagreeing just to disagree and either i’m sadistic or they fall in love too easily but it’s not red light love it’s not the grief that forces succumb it’s not cold night love it’s not the strain that forces us numb, numb, i know that you’ll believe me that i meant no harm your empathetic discourse is like an inner alarm that you and me always end up back in each other’s arms it’s our tender tenacious hearts they hang heavy they hang heavy

[fragbot]

I've got this number in my head and I don't wanna wait out in the grass to study our vibrations Keeping time, dead daisy chains I don't wanna wait on our impending graceful isolation

- from "Mood Ring," P.S. Eliot (x)

[letleapingfrogsfly]

when i was on meth and research chemical benzos i used to hear this song coming thru my speaker when it was turned off

[incalculablepower]

like a helpless captive, a distraught midwife like a libran husband and a capricorn wife i turn to wine and whiskey and these cryptic songs maybe I’m passive aggressive or maybe i'm wrong

[letleapingfrogsfly]

i bet you thought you’d die before you’d see the day when i’d adhere to these trite tender cliches like you and me we’ve been through..... everything.... why we deny this pattern or what underlies teenage southern comfort penitent goodbyes and our laments always sound like lullabies it’s how our hearts contrived to hang heavy we get caught up all drenched in misanthropy disagreeing just to disagree and either i’m sadistic or they fall in love too easily but it’s not red light love it’s not the grief that forces succumb it’s not cold night love it’s not the strain that forces us numb, numb i know that you’ll believe me that i meant no harm your empathetic discourse is like an inner alarm that you and me always end up back in each other’s arms it’s our tender tenacious hearts they hang heavy they hang heavy........ just saying

[elsssewhere]

you don’t warn me before/you just devast me after

[tierra-mojada]

P.S. Eliot - Tennessee - Live @ Subterranean – Chicago, IL - 09.13.16

Greedy minds think alike Great artists, narcissistic It seems like you fucked up down this road before But you know me, I'm pessimistic The elusive or the primitive divine I'll go wherever it goes Butterfly guts on the windshield

I've got a mental image of the way you used to look at me Baby, let's push our limits I've got a west coast heart and an east coast mentality Baby, let's push our limits I've got a racing mind and enough gas to get to Tennessee Baby, let's push our limits