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 Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 3:07 pm
Your mouth should be boarded up.
Talking all day with nothing to say.
Your shallow proclamations:
all misinformation.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 3:18 pm
Fields of fire that passed the train
The sky is victorious but here comes the rain
Friday is taking me home again,
And I've nothing but you on my mind.
Grass is greener without the pain,
I think that I'm changing but I'm just the same
My sun is a ascending again
And I've nothing but you on my mind
Sometimes I feel like I'm glad to be free,
Sometimes I still want your arms around me
Sometimes I'm glad to have left you behind,
The Crazy English Summer has put you back on my mind.
Life's a riot, a lover, a friend,
Pity the day that it has to end
Friday come speed me home again,
I've nothing but you on my Mind.
Sometimes I feel like i'm fine on my own,
Fifty Thousand miles from home.
Sometimes I'm weak and the past is my guide,
Summer returns and puts you back on my mind
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 3:23 pm
If the sun or the moon should give way to doubt,
they would immediately go out.
One.
Swallow, don't make a sound.
...but tomorrow has to start somewhere..
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 3:26 pm
i wasnt born so much as i fell out
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 5:00 pm
I see the beauty in life BUT I DON'T SEE THE DOGMA!
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 5:40 pm
SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2007 9:18 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2007 2:55 pm
I won't shiver in the cold
I won't let the shadows take their toll
I won't cover my head in the dark
And I won't forget you when we part
Collapse the Light Into Earth
I won't heal given time
I won't try to change your mind
I won't feel better in the cold light of day
But I wouldn't stop you if you wanted to stay
Collapse the Light Into Earth
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2007 4:25 pm
a febrile shocking violent smack
the children are hoping for a heart attack,
tonight the windows are watching,
the streets all conspire,
and the lamppost can't stop crying,
if I could fly high above the world,
would I see a bunch of living dots spell the world stupidity?,
or would I see hungry lover homicides,
loving brother suicides,
and olly olly oxenfrees,
who pickaside and hide
the world is scratching at my door,
my morning papers got the scores,
the human interest stories, and the obituary
cockroach naps and rattling traps,
how many devils can you fit upon a match head?,
caringosity killed the Kerouac cat,
sometimes truth is stranger than fiction
in my alley around the corner,
there's a wino with feathered shoulders,
and a spirit giving head for crack and he'll never want it back,
there's a little kid and his family eating crackers like thanksgiving
and a pack of wild desperados scornful of living
the worlds is scratching at my door....
my morning papers got the scores,
the human interest stories, and the obituary
cradle for a cat, Wolfe looks back,
how many angels can you fit upon a match?
I want to know why Hemingway cracked,
sometimes truth is stranger than fiction
life is the crummiest book I ever read,
there isn't a hook, just a lot of cheap shots,
pictures to shock and characters an amateur would never dream up
sometime truth is stranger than fiction
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2007 5:19 pm
I'm so weary, so tired of this place
All the people so eager to join the death race
Foolish games have trapped my soul
The pains of suffering are taking their toll
Look into my eyes, catch a glimpse of Hell
But just to be free again, my soul I'd sell
I'm a prisoner of myself, my fear and my need
Just stick me with the death-needle 'cause I'll never be free
Blistering heat burns inside my head
But it'd be drowned by all the tears that I've shed
Tell me my name: let me know I'm alive
This place is so dark: I'm scared inside
I closed my eyes, let everything die
I walked through Heaven and I touched the sky
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2007 5:29 pm
im an emo kid non conforming as can be
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2007 8:28 pm
you'd be nonconforming too if you looked just like me
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2007 3:17 am
i got paint on my nails, and makeup on my face
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2007 1:29 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2007 4:45 pm
you are wrong ******** and overrated
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