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Sunday, 23 January 2011


  •     The democracy will cease to exist when you take away from those who are
    willing to work and give to those who would not.  Thomas Jefferson

     

    Enough Said

Sunday, 17 May 2009

  • song of the moment

    (Slip into something more comfortable...proceed into space)

    Innocent individuals...concerned about nothing but happiness...progress becomes easy due to this social situation. Unfortunate turn of events...collapse this idea of the childish thought.

    No judgement towards one another, no social status to compare...all as one...market this change...exploit the idea of innocence..goddamn television god...corrupt me...seperate us...groups of difference seem to comfort what we once didn't think of...this show was in their head for years...enjoy this life of wonder and imagination...for it will be torn down.

    You will be torn down...
    time to hate, kill, fight, conquer...
    this is human life at its best...we'll televise this event...
    you can learn how to live, breath...then finally die.

    (The sweet relief is a must) We can speak obsession...we can love the endless


    Between the Buried and Me-
    Selkies: the Endless Obsession

Sunday, 23 November 2008


  • There has never ever been a dull moment we can kiss the highest clouds and name them after movie stars. Your fingers, they're flower pots,and as the cuticles rack the stem comes through, you'll never know a poet's eyes unless you see them for yourself. After the truth is found there will be a suicide. Hear me now and grant my wishes as sins, not ignorance. Endangered now, with pockets full of oil... All I have left is a face fucking, homicidal waste of time. Take these roads and take them fast. My legs collapse in harmony with the music and I plummet down forever. I can write the dialogue to a script about your death I'm walking across 2nd avenue... I'm tripping across Lexington... I'm falling down Park Avenue... And dying on Broadway. We can wish amongst wish, hope against hope. You have become a new bloody valentine. Over and over again, I've watched you killing yourself. Hold my hand, let's start the decay. One shot in the mouth.

    The Number Twelve looks Like You (grandfather)

Wednesday, 24 September 2008

Monday, 14 July 2008


  • Sitting on this barstool talking like a damn fool
    Got the twelve oclock news blues
    And Ive given up hope on the afternoon soaps
    And a bottle of cold brew
    Is it any wonder Im not crazy? is it any wonder Im sane at all
    Well Im so tired of losing- I got nothing to do and all day to do it
    I go out cruisin but Ive no place to go and all night to get there
    Is it any wonder Im not a criminal?
    Is it any wonder Im not in jail?
    Is it any wonder Ive got

    Too much time on my hands, its ticking away with my sanity
    Ive got too much time on my hands, its hard to believe such a calamity
    Ive got too much time on my hands and its ticking away from me
    Too much time on my hands, too much time on my hands
    Too much time on my hands

    Well, Im a jet fuel genius - I can solve the worlds problems
    Without even trying
    I have dozens of friends and the fun never ends
    That is, as long as Im buying
    Is it any wonder Im not the president
    (hes not the president)
    Is it any wonder Im null and void?
    Is it any wonder Ive got

    Too much time on my hands, its ticking away at my sanity
    Ive got too much time on my hands, its hard to believe such a calamity
    Ive got too much time on my hands and its ticking away from me
    Too much time on my hands, too much time on my hands
    Too much time on my hands

smeoganwyrm

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    • Name: Smeogan
    • Birthday: 3/9/1989
    • Gender: Male
    • Member Since: 1/4/2005

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  • i'm never without music, i love anime, hanging out with friends, and reading... basically