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Getting Through : Creative Writing
Cosmétique Simplex | from Anthony - Thursday, August 08, 2002 accessed 1418 times Well, I don't know if I should claim this one, even though I hold the copyright. Cosmétique Simplex Every time my lady Tries to kill her self She looks so very sexy Like she’s in perfect health When she slits her wrists Or she hangs from a noose Acrobatically kissed Our passions running loose This is how her tears are mine This is how her tears are mine This is how her tears are mine Suicide and her mind Every week my lady Threatens suicide Meticulous crybaby It’s always do or die When she gets depressed Or in her notorious mood She starts to get undressed But needles don’t obtrude This is how her tears are mine This is how her tears are mine This is how her tears are mine Suicide and her mind We could take our own lives But we’re too curious But I won’t close my bold eye ‘Cause she may be serious This is how her tears are mine This is how she bleeds in mine When I’m drunk I’m so kind Red for blood and red for wine Copyright © 2000,Anthony Rugely. All rights reserved. |
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Reader's comments on this article Add a new comment on this article | from Anthony Sunday, November 03, 2002 - 19:32 (Agree/Disagree?) If we were to rate those who commit suicide and those they leave behind, on a selfishness scale, who would have the highest score? I’ve often asked myself this question. If people who are suffering great pain desire to kill themselves, isn’t rather selfish to try and keep them here? I think the most unselfish thing I’ve ever done in my whole miserable life is remained alive for the sake of my family. My siblings that is, as opposed to my parents who are not blameless for my biological proclivities. I simply have a hard time trivializing what I assume would be their reaction to my final act of self-will beyond good and evil, above morality. I should receive an award or something. There comes a time when life just quits offering, and starts taking more than one is willing or capable of giving. This is sort of a morbid subject, very sensitive and personal for many people. But it seems to come up perpetuum in our circle. (reply to this comment)
| from dave Thursday, August 08, 2002 - 22:28 (Agree/Disagree?) I'd love to hear your guitar rifts to this one. I bet it kicks ass like your "Belinda Needs Love". BTW, you ought to post that one here too. I know you said you 'moved on' to German Post-Industrial/Industrial Techno music, but let's not forget that you've written some awesome rock and metal songs good enough to be on the repertoires of any one of the Seattle bands. One day we'll get in the studio and finish what we started. Yeah I know… I’m a grunge junkie. It ain’t dead! Call me a freak, but here’s an excerpt from a science-fiction story I’m slowly writing, where of all things, I had to make reference to PJ: “The Sol Sat Skymer region is considered the nether lands of the galaxy. Most outcasts, traders and citizen loafers oft gather in these parts to disperse secret knowledge and info. Merchandise is usually tax-free and accommodation is cheap. Bands of rogues and thugs stand by for action. Hackers galore adore this place, for obvious reasons. Immigrants from Lunar Position 3 find it an adequate place to start over. The word ‘immigrant’ is one word that a person could use here without reprisals. Pearl Jam dirges aren’t frowned upon here. They are considered positive inward reflections. Perhaps what the ancient Greeks would call a ‘cleansing’.” LOL! I heard a cool techno song the other day called “Boomerang” from the electronic band named Cirrus. It was pretty provocative and catchy. But still, I have to say I’m “stuck” in the early and mid ‘90s rock scene. The good old days before all the fakers and wannabes hit the scene. Later bro. (reply to this comment)
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