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07-05-2004, 10:19 PM | #22 (permalink) |
Screamo Specialist
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i dont know i have to find something that really means something to me to write about. like my ass.hole dad. that should be a good start.
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07-05-2004, 10:23 PM | #23 (permalink) |
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Location: melbourne australia
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i try to just think of a quote that sums up a feeling and spread from there
im working on one right now i started with "those whom the gods would destroy, they first make proud" "the child stands there vainly" was in response to the ww2 death camps. i have poetry written by kids in there at the time. that prompted that one
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07-05-2004, 10:28 PM | #26 (permalink) |
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just referring to your love of saves the day. whats your favourite song? mine would be jodie by a long shot
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07-06-2004, 02:33 AM | #29 (permalink) |
Freeskier
Join Date: Jan 2004
Location: Istanbul was Constantinople now it's Istanbul not Constantinople...
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wow, those are really really good, specially the first one that u posted, i love it. i wanna try writing songs, never really sat down and made a real attempt, maybe if i do and it's something worth posting i'll put it up.
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