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I attend a university in a far away place, mostly attended by clones and losers, I amuse myself by informing the pretty girls that I was really the one who slept with their boyfriends.

I WAS CRUEL

have quit you by mistake I have nothing more to make, to make Clear to you, that I could be so cruel Never have I seen Never have I been Never have I seen Never have I been myself so much Just so that you could touch What you say is true What you say is true What you say is true What you say is true What you say is true, here we go I'm sorry I was cruel I forgot to kiss you Forgot to put my shell on Put my head back in Put my head back in yeah Why do you have to be so dynamic Why do you have to be so dynamic yeah.... What you say is true What you say is true What you say is true What you say is true What you say is true, here we go When you cleanse I defend When you stick the knife in When you stick the knife in When ya, when ya, when ya stick the knife in yeah Stick the knife in yeah Stick the knife Stick the knife Stick the knife Stick the knife Stick it in Stick it in Stick it in Stick it in Jumping in my own heart Tearing everthing apart Jumping in my own heart Tearing everthing apart I was cruel I was cruel I was cruel I was cruel I was cruel yeah I was cruel I was cruel I was so cruel I was so cruel I was so cruel I was so cruel I was so cruel I stick it in Stick it in Stick the knife I was so cruel So cruel So cruel I was so cruel

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My new blog is better than my old blog. [Monday
01|03|11 @ 11:11P]
[ mood | nerdy ]

Hello much neglected LiveJournal, and people.

I have a new site. It has new shit and is heaps ace. Basically, get on it. Pronto.

www.tomchristophersen.wordpress.com

I like you.

Jewels.

Tom x

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Prose. [Sunday
04|04|10 @ 08:23P]
[ mood | chipper ]

He's petulent but coy,
he doesn't get the boy,
but I can make him scream my name
with a battery powered toy.

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Bare braided. [Friday
10|09|09 @ 01:02P]
[ mood | tired ]

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Alopecia [Tuesday
09|09|08 @ 08:27P]
[ mood | guilty ]


They hadn't slept but that didn't keep them from staying awake. Sunlight, combined with cold air allowed their bodies to keep going, thinking, talking. Although stomachs remained empty, household chores were completed and domesticated bliss proved rewarding after laborious hours spent hunched over glassware in the bathrooms of inner city apartments. None of them would escape themselves because pack mentality matters and standing still is almost certainly running away. The lawnmower keeps on false starting and an accidentally broken piece of sunglass must be kept for hinge replacement. Injured mouths and strained vertebrae. Puckered skin and cask wine on Saturdays. A feeling that encourages anxious pacing and list making. This could be importantly useless for them. But they like it.

The hose water smells nice mixed with unequal quantities of dirt and dead grass. The car is being washed from above. A loud clang of metal against alluminium makes one of them drop the newspaper on the gravelled driveway. It's being thrown away I suppose. Confusion gets all carried away with the over zealousness of the chemical compounds in their bloodstreams. It effects their behaviour and increases a need to bond or connect with somebody (anybody). He likes the way conversations are kept short and shrewd. He admires him. His eyes.

I digress.

It's me under the third person narrative and broken metaphor that only rings true to the auteur. I read for him. I am forgotten with him, listening to the bands we both own and being cruel to the people who are never here because we are cruel to them. 'I've made a rash decision' I thought. 'Because I'm constantly configuring back up plans and damage control for when this all falls over'. It's angsty. I'm tangled. I've tracked it through the house. I'm pretty nervous. That one really 90's Madonna song that reminds me of the bands room and all the extension cords locked away in steel cases. I'm out on the verandah. I'm writing in my book. Everything is out of control. I'm happy. It has to count.

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Allow It. [Sunday
03|23|08 @ 04:06P]
[ mood | exanimate ]

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WAIT?! They don't love you like I love you. [Monday
10|15|07 @ 11:26A]
www.lost.eu/69318 
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It means the break is forever and the choice is mine and freeing. [Thursday
09|06|07 @ 05:26P]


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[Monday
08|20|07 @ 03:54P]


http://simpsonizeme.com/

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[Monday
08|20|07 @ 01:08P]
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Tori Amos - Northern Lad [Monday
08|20|07 @ 11:20A]
[ mood | morose ]

Had a Northern Lad
Well, not exactly had
He moved like the sunset
God who painted that?
First he loved my accent
How his knees could bend
I thought we'd be ok
Me and my molasses

But I feel someting is wrong
But I feel this cake just isn't done
Don't say that you Don't 

And if you could see me now
Said if you could see me now
Girls you've got to know
When it's time to turn the page
When you're only wet
Because of the rain

He don't show much these days
It gets so fucking cold
I loved his secret places
But I can't go anymore
"you change like sugar cane"
Says my northern lad
I guess you go too far
When pianos try to be guitars

I feel the west in you
And I feel it falling apart too
Don't say that you Don't

And if you could see me now
Said if you could see me now
Girls you've got to know
When it's time to turn the page
When you're only wet

Because of the rain

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Tattoo's by Kawasaki [Monday
08|13|07 @ 03:36P]
[ mood | blah ]

Right leg, upper thigh.

Claudia & the Coelacanth

Oil on wood 12x14
2006
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Discover(y) [Sunday
08|12|07 @ 05:20P]


http://www.margaretcho.com/
http://www.margaretcho.com/blog/

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Is it a lotion? Because it's rich and creamy. [Sunday
08|12|07 @ 05:18P]
[ mood | working ]

Mum said: Mistakes arn't always necessarily regrets.

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A part of almost everyone's childhood. [Monday
07|30|07 @ 07:57P]
[ mood | jubilant ]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nickelodeon_compounds#Nickelodeon_Gak

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Dirty One - Magic Dirt [Sunday
07|29|07 @ 06:31P]
[ mood | calm ]

Uh oh
I got all the poison out of my body
Uh oh 
My teeth are growing whiter
And I feel I'm getting lighter
And I really have to say

Well somehow the guilt feels right with you
No responsibility
No heel in my shoe
I'm smug
I'm glum
I'm your unnameable one
I'm your u-u-nameable one

Uh oh yesterday a swinging red-stockinged leg
Uh oh I'm turning in my bed and mumble all the things you said
Are way too much too much to bear

Uh oh I see decay in desires soft little bones
Uh oh until I calm my mind
Until I see the door I find
It's way too much too much to bear

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Do it. [Thursday
07|19|07 @ 02:49P]
http://postsecret.blogspot.com/

http://www.audrey-kawasaki.com/2007/index.php
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Rabbit In Your Headlights - U.N.K.L.E feat. Thom Yorke (amazing filmclip, YouTube it) [Tuesday
07|17|07 @ 03:57P]
[ mood | touched ]

I'm a rabbit in your headlights
Scared of the spotlight
You don't come to visit
I'm stuck in this bed

Thin rubber gloves
She laughs when she's crying
She cries when she's laughing

Fat bloody fingers are sucking your soul away

Away

I'm a rabbit in your headlights
Christian suburbanite
Washed down the toliet
Money to burn

Fat bloody fingers are sucking your soul away

Away

If you're frightened of dying and you're holding on
You'll see devils tearing your life away
But if you've made your peace
Then the devils are really angels
Freeing you from the earth

Rotworms on the underground
Caught between stations
Butterfingers
I'm losing my patience

I'm a rabbit in your headlights
Christian suburbanite
You got money to burn

Fat bloody fingers are sucking your soul away


Away.

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Gwen stabbed a fat man (stolen from Zac) [Tuesday
07|17|07 @ 03:09P]
[ mood | happy ]

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Izima Kaoru Photographs [Sunday
07|15|07 @ 08:07P]







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Things are getting desperate, when all the boys can't be men. Everybody knows I'm her friend (man). [Saturday
07|07|07 @ 07:52P]

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