Mama Booze

Don’t take yourself too seriously
[You’re young and then you die]
Do what you want
While you can
And don’t let anyone
Tell you different

Don’t judge a magazine by the star on the front
Don’t be fake--don’t put on a front
(Never conform never brake)

Force people’s eyes open
Be a bitch if it’s really who you are
Someone will love you for it
(God knows I would.)

Don’t be afraid
Never be.
The worst outcome is death
And there is no Hell.
Evil is a choice
Choose what you want
(It makes no difference to the rest of us in the long run)

Destiny is
Fate is
(just is)
It’s all gonna happen anyway.

Make yourself happy
Be selfish
Live for you
Be selfish
Don’t think before you speak
Rely on first impressions
Love yourself if no one else will
(Be your own best friend, confide in yourself and embrace)

Live like you won’t be tomorrow
Love all you can
Make yourself happy
(please yourself above all others)

Never be sad, never get mad
Useless emotions are too much
If you don’t use it you loose it
Smile before you become depressed.
Smile today, smile tomorrow
Love always.

tdoc210

it doesnt really flow..ermm when i read it its like stall

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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that.

Mama Booze

what I'm thinking is..it would have a lot of odd pauses ennit...but that would make it...flow...yeah. thankoo.

tdoc210

its seems kind of forced.....ermm

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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that.

swim

This reeks with cliche.

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tdoc210

to blatent it sucks massivley

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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that.

Mama Booze

I don't want to in any way want this to have to be deciphered. I wanted it to be blunt, and if that means cliche` then that's alright.

bungalow

There has never been a good song written by an 11 year old, you aren't going to change that.

Mama Booze

Twelve, mister "I'm in highschool I can count!" *rolls eyes and laughs*

bungalow

What does that have to do with my ability to count?
I guess that explains why I have to sit through 180 days of AP Stat next year