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03-06-2007, 01:48 AM | #1 (permalink) |
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Current mood: mischievous ITS LIKE IM IN A DREAM ALL YOU DO THE THINGS YOU SAY ALL YOU DO IS TALK IM TRYING TO SHOW YOU THE WAY BUT IT HAPPENS THAT ALL YOU WANT IS FAME RUNNING FROM WHO YOU ARE JUST TO GET AHEAD IN THE GAME BUT WHAT IF I TOLD YOU THERE IS NO GAME YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE A LITTLE WIERD A LITTLE STRANGE THERES NO REAL WAY TO MOVE ON UNLESS YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE BUT WHO ARE YOU AND WHO AM I AM I DIFFERENT NOW OR THE SAME GUY WHAT DO YOU SAY HOW HAVE I GROWED HAVE I WONDERD FROM THE PATH IS THE SHEPARD ON THE ROAD I DONT KNOW I CANT SEEM TO SEE HIM HE MUST BE OUT LOOKING FOR ANOTHER SHEEP TO ADD TO HIS FLOCK |
03-06-2007, 04:51 PM | #2 (permalink) |
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It's alright; the spelling needs work, it seems to be a statement on society, and I think the last part was about how men who most people want to follow are supposedly righteous, but really just know how to talk a good game
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03-06-2007, 06:02 PM | #4 (permalink) |
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its his myspace blog lmao
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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. |
03-07-2007, 05:16 AM | #5 (permalink) |
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yeah think this one is my myspace blog does that change anything
and yea (the used tool guy) thats pretty close to what its about i think your the only one that gets it not this writing bit writing in general |