What materials do you use to build your mystery?!
Question: Fairy Dust!!!
Answers: Fairy Dust!!!
personal experience...that is a mystery...life!
i have none i am just me.
dreams:)
dream
i use bird brains and toads
new adventure of the hardy boys
Riiiiight....
I try to vary between humour and seriousness. Keep yo..err...them guessing as to what exactly makes him tick..
It never works. Cause all it takes is being asked and I can't lie. I'm also not good at being evasive.
Dang it...
ou come out at night
That's when the energy comes
And the dark side's light
And the vampires roam
You strut your rasta wear
And your suicide poem
And a cross from a faith that died
Before Jesus came
You're building a mystery
You live in a church
Where you sleep with voodoo dolls
And you won't give up the search
For the ghosts in the halls
You wear sandals in the snow
And a smile that won't wash away
Can you look out the window
Without your shadow getting in the way?
You're so beautiful
With an edge and charm
but so careful
When I'm in your arms
Cause you're working
Building a mystery
Holding on and holding it in
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully
You woke up screaming aloud
A prayer from your secret god
You feed off our fears
And hold back your tears, oh
Give us a tantrum
And a know it all grin
Just when we need one
When the evening's thin
You're a beautiful
A beautiful ****** up man
You're setting up your
Razor wire shrine
Cause you're working
Building a mystery
Holding on and holding it in
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully
Ooh you're working
Building a mystery
Holding on and holding it in
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
Holding on and holding it in
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully
all of this
http://hotlard.wordpress.com/2008/03/13/...
Imagination is all I need....
Candles, soft jazz, and little tasty bits.
i don't know. am i using any?
Glass walls
there is no mystery to me
if you just see what you're
really looking at
Mystery is like spontaneous combustion, it just happens somehow.
Imagination!
the way the hair falls in my face