the torr ep
i!d!m!
k.o. star
the rocktopotamus theme
broken typewriter
smile like asterix
maybe i haven't made my decision. maybe i don't have a lot of options. but i'm not ready to tuck in my shirt. i guess i'll spread out a little thinner. i get lost in the parenthetical semi-colons taken semi-literal. i get bogged down in the day-to-day, keeping a path clear for the future. until i have to read it backwards, i can't begin to finish my collection. and so i can't help this cheating feeling and when the alarm clock rings it's time to go. there in the air for a second, early or late you know it doesn't matter. hey, if you care enough to listen in both ears and meeting in the middle... well maybe i'm just stalling for time. maybe i'll just fall down before i commit myself to committing myself to rolling this rock uphill. until i have to read it backwards, i can't begin to finish my collection. and so i can't help this cheating feeling when i collapse across a faded picture. and suddenly it's 3am and i'm alone.there in the air for a second, early or late you know it doesn't matter. hey, if you care enough to listen in both ears and meeting in the middle... grab on while you can. things are going fast. i don't know which is better- when you say "no" or when you say "YEAH!"
did you forget all that we said the friday when we hugged and that was it? on a couch made just for two, ten floors up and none too few. you won't forget the view. and now you wake to subway walls and streets, infinitely meaner than they're clean. did i surprise you with my eyes? sometimes i can be so blind. but i've lost better things than sight. you said i only look down. maybe you were right. put your head down into your hands and leave it there until the time is right - when you can hear over everything the pretty voices that you left behind. did you forget all that was said last night when we hugged and called it quits? in your two-door midnight blue, deciding what we should and should not do. put your head down into your hands and leave it there until the time is right - when you can hear over everything the pretty voices that you left behind. yeah, o.k. k.o. star. you've come just as far as your arms will take you. so sit down and i'll explain to you what to do. if you should defeat me, you would realize that you're just lonely. so baby close your eyes, bite down hard for round two. hours of combat have no effect. internal conflict can be so perfect.
hit points: 20. iq: 32. arms, tentacles. strength: plus ten. weaknesses: none. origins: unknown. rocktopotamus, we'll fight you by the lake, make no mistake. you're not invinceable. we've got guitars and heavy metal friends. and everyone is on our side. yeah, everyone is on our side. we're not afraid of you!
it's impossible to speak this ever changing line without a hope of losing anything less than time. i'm easy to forget and even easier to define - part of the curse of possessing a simple mind. in a hailstorm of chaos this message gets obscured, like the ghostly cloud of fog that's descending upon my words. it gets lost in the fragments of code i've strained. by the time the wires pass it through, what i said is not what you heard. you promised changes. and it's true that i can't make ammends because i've got nowhere to go and escape seems like the easy part but i've got nowhere to go. i don't know why you're still hanging on when you don't even like having me around. this is not to say that i don't love you but that sometimes i wish i didn't.