| and it is thursday.... and i am tired i am rather happy though... things are looking up for me (which is unusual).. i have this great feeling that stuff is gonna turn out ok for me... and it is really hard to make a good post when you are happy... damn...
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| I hads a great day with cute squirrel like happynass. SQUIRRELS ARE CUTE! |
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| Happy mothers day.
there is someone who i am given recignition to (against their will. so there name will not be mentioned). this is to someone whose impact on my life is emence. i met this person almost a year ago. and since then they have been there for almost everything that has gone on in my life. ups and downs. she will never in a million years, understand how much help she has given me and just when i thought i couldnt be any worse i thought i was dead to the world (literaly). she came into my life became my and my best friends mentor. and helped me find more in life. and a reason to go on, as horridly over use as that is. so happy mothers day to you. even tho your not my mother you are my mentor you are the one person i can go to for anything and so i dedicate this day to you as well as to mothers..
so there take it foo.
happy moms day  .
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so i really really like flcl it rocks my socks. one of the lead characters fights evil with a kick ass rickinbacher bass that makes me cry because i want one (in the same color.)
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| Chorus:
Welcome to atrocity.
welcome to aristocracy.
welcome to democracy.
welcome to hipocracy.
Welcome to america.
home of the free.
welcome to the land of liberty.
for all those of christianity.
freedom for those of aristocracy.
in the end was as the begining.
it is the begining of a song i am working on tell me what you think.
and here is a good song.
born of a broken man.
My fears hunt me down
Capturing my memories
The frontier of loss
They try to escape across the street where
Jesus stripped bare
And raped the spirit he was supposed to nurture
In the name of my in the name of my
Born of a broken man
But not a broken man
Born of a broken man
Never a broken man
(x2)
Like autumn leaves
His sense fell from him
An empty glass of himself
Shattered somewhere within
His thoughts like a hundred moths
Trapped in a lampshade
Somewhere within
Their wings banging and burning
On through endless nights
Forever awake he lies shaking and starving
Praying for someone to turn off the light
Born of a broken man
Never a broken man
Born of a broken man
But not a broken man
(x2)
My fears hunt me down
Capturing my memories
The frontier of loss
They try to escape across the street where
Jesus stripped bare
And raped the spirit he was supposed to nurture
In the name of my in the name of my
Born of a broken man
But not a broken man
Born of a broken man
Never a broken man
(x2) |
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