JDW

Remember: You are a beautiful person. You are a weird looking tree but a beautiful person.

Riggedy riggedy white/ Come and spend the night/ We'll play some games/ Some wild some tame/ Cause if you will, you might.

Riggedy riggedy white
Come and spend the night
We'll play some games
Some wild some tame
Cause if you will, you might.

Right down from the house laid a pair of tracks santa fe railroad. Told her many times stay away from there must do what you're told

RIP my little zeeky boy

Rivers spill mysteries into the ocean, and the ocean washes the answer to the shore.

Roll across a sea of burning oil/ As mechanical sea serpents swarm around the train

Sandpaper kisses, papercut bliss / Don't know what this is but it all leads to this

Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip, The music's for the sad men

So apparently I'm doing a short film with my Silent Hill stuff... Cool! Now I need a script, and everything finished... and oh boy I'm gonna be busy

So I never go home until the carp is asleep. I'm afraid that if I see it while it's swimming I'll kill it.

So, at last we meet for the first time for the last time.

Some folks draw lightning to them as a cat sucks in a baby's breath.

Some things are better/ Kept close to the vest/ Give what you will/ And just bury the rest

Sticks and stones may break my bones... But words will never quite describe the pain.

Stop the presses... Who is that?

Talky Tina, a doll that does everything, a lifelike creation of plastic and springs and painted smile. To Erich Streator, she is the most unwelcome addition to his household - but without her, he'd never enter the Twilight Zone.

Tell me where is fancy bred, in the heart or in the head?

The beast in me is caged by frail and fragile bars

The day was a long bolt of gray cloth; endless.

The demons squeal in sheer delight/ It's you they spy, so plump, so right/ For although the groove is hard to beat/ Yet still you stand with frozen feet/ You try to run, you try to scream/ But no more sun you'll ever see/ For evil reached from the crypt/ To crush you in it's icy grip.

The rain in spain falls mainly on the plain

The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve.
The sons of Cain receive no reprieve.

The roots of the matter run miles deep

The slow blade penetrates the shield