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Digging a ditch as deep as my mind will allow(allew)
spiral roller blades twist and turn into the soft dirt, cant you hear it?

Monday, March 10, 2008

Looks like I wont be on here much because of this VV stuff. the pm system is down and theotaku pm system sucks balls. So I dont think Ill be on here as much. well I gotta get some sleep or something like taht cause its 12:30. wait a second, fuck that! i aint need no sleep!
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Sunday, March 2, 2008

Everybody Discriminates! :]
dance together left feet
wobolly letters
stand up voices
rotate arm socket
dance together left feet
shed much trees
direct tempting touches
take exercised wants
dance together left feet

*click* "here at" *click* "what we have here"
*click* "theres just a massive heat" *click*
All it does is distract
from time, from fear, from wondering
*click* "cant you do anything right" *click*
No emergency in this small packaged room
Just a bored human being
waiting is all they can do

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Wednesday, February 27, 2008

I read the news today oh boy...
So today was a small pulsating day because of some reasons i will tell you all. Got to school late but thats nothin new, started dancin in front of classroom doors again and its usually just a couple of people who notice but it sure is fun to see the look on their face, I dont think anything else happened at school. After school though I went to get a haircut and I felt better once I did, picked up A Clockwork Orange finally, got some plastic army soldiers for English 12. what else what else, I was planning on stealing some art supplies from Micheal's but I realized that there really is nothing I could have used and it would have been a waste to take it. I made some hash browns and eggs for dinner, my brother ate leftovers cause he didnt want any of my food and thats about it i think.
Ive got the disposition to fuck your face, I've got the disposition to fuck your face.

A Day In The Life

I read the news today oh boy
About a lucky man who made the grade
And though the news was rather sad
Well I just had to laugh
I saw the photograph.

He blew his mind out in a car
He didn't notice that the lights had changed
A crowd of people stood and stared
They'd seen his face before
Nobody was really sure if he was from the House of Lords.

I saw a film today oh boy
The English Army had just won the war
A crowd of people turned away
But I just had to look
Having read a book I'd like to turn you on...

Woke up, fell out of bed,
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup,
And looking up I noticed I was late.

Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke,
Somebody spoke and I went into a dream

I read the news today oh boy
Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire
And though the holes were rather small
They had to count them all
Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall.
I'd love to turn you on.

An eye for an eye will make us all blind.-Mahatma Ghandi

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Monday, February 25, 2008

Well its just just just the end
WELL its just just just the end
You vomit to forget it all
But it just stains the rug
You walk away like you dont care
But the odor is what attracts you back
Well its just just just unfair
To make you clean up such a mess
I call a team to get rid of just a mess
They walk right by the rug
Grab you by the hair and pull
Well its just just just a mess
You kick and scream but no one cares
WELL its just just just unfair
They throw you in the van of theirs
They hold you down and tie you up
Well its just just just a mess
As the van starts you start to screech
But no one cares, not even me
Well its just just just the end
WELL its just just just the end

I found myself uprising
to the sound of foot steps pounding
Open my eyes and fuzziness covers me
soft textures garble at my legs
they let the rest of my body watch my legs suffer
in a diamond shaped second I mumble in pain
The fuzziness wraps around my knees
slowly tightening its frictionless effort to hurt
So I decide to pull away
Which I do in much less victory than I'd hoped for
No more legs I have
only hot pain streaked nubs
I fall asleep in atrocity
Two days later I wake up again
to the sounds of foot steps pounding.....

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