I've Done You Wrong

I've done You wrong,
Since I was up to your knee.
My hair down to my shoulders,
And my heart upon my sleeve.

But how many beers,
And how many cigarettes,
Could blur or blind my vision
Of Your graciousness?

'Cos I'm just a boy
Who never learned to swim.
I'm standing on the edge,
Afraid of jumping in.
This swimming pool's
Full of children and old men:
Half float round like the leaves,
The other pushing deeper in.

Ever The Pedestrian..

These past few days, I've found myself thrown headfirst into girl-world. Its a scary place. A lot of emotion. I mean a lot. I've always thought of myself as, for lack of a better term, something of a sensitive guy, but this pushed me far out of my comfort zone. The details are unimportant, but all I can say is, although the whole Men-are-from-Mars-women-are-from-Venus thing is a bit of a cliché, it really is true, and men don't realise that just about everything we say or do has an emotional implication to the women around us.

A word of advice, there are three things that one should not talk about in polite company; religion, politics, and Twilight.

I took a rather long walk today to sort some stuff out and thought I'd share some of my surroundings with you good people of the internet:

Yeah, so the edits are rather cheesy, but I was having fun alright!

Also, a little earlier a friend of mine sent me something that quite nearly made me wet myself.
If you want a good laugh check THIS out!
The second song on the play-list's an absolute killer.

Monday Morning

Earlier today I posted my last entry on WP, the sarcasm of which was somewhat lost. Granted however, I was having a bit of an introspective morning, playing guitar, trying to write a song, thinking about this and that, and taking some moody pictures. I'm recycling a snippet of my writing and the photos for this post. Just some little cars made by some foreign African national whose name I don't know, they live on my window cill, and I think they're really awesome.

I've analyses in ordered lists,
Of ever girl I've ever met,
And book reports inside my head:
All the cover - faces that I've read.

Beard. Beard. Beard.