simple and short.

is was beatin rocks

and losing socks

on the turnaround of today

but it got me thinkin

my feet are sinkin

in yourroom made of clay

cause it's a time

i'll throw out rhymes,

on turnarounds of today

cause life's guna hold you 

like i do

and it's not getting away.

babe

Valentine's Suicide

what can us 21st century boys say?
with all the photoshop and booty genes getting thrown around with computer sex and "therapy to ones structure" whos to say whats hot anymore?

-Everyones vote?
-Experts
-Erections?

even the price of ones love has a carboned copied price tag on it, sold in much entertaining venues such as music movies and books.
people just aren't horney anymore because sex is so casual these days but still brought up to be frowned upon because of abortion and birth control.
the old days had it but it was a way of life, now its a way to fuck up ones life.
People are "pulling out" at an alarming rate and for what? 
too cheep to but condoms or and invesment for your girlfriend to regulate her body and both your sex lives?
now sex and love can be seen as two different things but if your putting a price on one there will be a price on the other eventually.
loves something so stupid when your a kid but you don't really care, amazing thing is that sex is exactly the same.

many look differently upon both but they eventually they clash in a storm of heart candies and wads,
and whether people like the topic or not it doesn't really matter because they'll understand it eventually.
Whether they live in another time frame where somthing sexy isn't it doesn't matter because it'll change in the next 5 months....
all i know is you should stick with your type because love is selfish and as long as both people in a relationship are equally selfish it tends to work out for the best, canceling each other out...

like all things it needs a balance.

plus too much love isn't what it used to be

it's changed to more of a lust,

and it can hurt after a while,

really hurt

complements to Dali

true deceiver in his paintings

.

Its a transition, a supple piece of enjoyment that only heightens, it spirals up and crashes at times

As long as your heart beats it's truth is solid and unchangeable.

It's a new time

A good time

A different time

A needed time

A time where things change at a drastic pace and it takes your brain to places that you thought were left in your nightmares.

That feeling coming back and it rips up your spine and twists your neck around to mess with you.

It's the trick of the brain

Like before you think you'll die

It's the goose-bumps you get no matter where you are

How you feel

or who your fucking.

It's a revelation whether your half asleep

It's a belief that changes once your regain consciousness...

It's that spark of time that you feel so ripped off for because you were out of it

done with your control

 just letting go of every sense God gave you.

It's a hello and a good-bye no matter how deep the severed connections cut

they happen

everything does

it can't be stopped

along with everything else that you can notice

 piece apart 

and write on your blog

or just keep in your head until you explode.

It's Life

It's only human

so why shouldn't you be too?

get ready young-ins cause its coming for you.

[insert band] can help if you want

but

It's your life

you listen to what you want

Italic Periods, who knew?