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Originally posted by DeepThought@Feb 19 2005, 04:52 PM

The flow of time stops and goes

but the future drifting nearer knows

that the human spirit shifts and grows

with sorrowful days gone and past

we live our days until the last

and whne the final judgement comes

the human spirit dulls and numbs

the end of days we finally see

when our minds are all set free

 

 

ya i wrote that

You say that as if you're proud!

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I ran over myself today

Didnt know it would hurt

Like that

 

The pretty white roses

white

roses

 

where am i

am i dead

I love you

 

Hold onto me

please

please

please

 

no

where am i

kiss me

again

like last night

 

I ran over myself

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I tuned in the radio to a program about Roger Waters. The DJ played the whole album, making fun of the grammer the whole time. Waters was rehashing "What God Wants" and "Radio Chaos". Through metaphore he questioned wether the listeners had done everything they could to avert nuclear war. Rogers spoke "It would surge in towards shore and then move back. I rode that wave for years. It slowly pushed us up from the south into the northlands, and as the season changed, the direction brought us back to the southlands."

 

A beach pass and locker in december was $19.

 

There was a chinese food place that was still open @ 3am. The food was real yum, but you could only order the No.2 special

 

-NJ Director of Misfit Toys

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Speeding on a train.

Speeding on a train.

And I wont get home again.

Home to see my friends.

Speeding on a train.

 

Speeding on a train.

Speeding on a train.

Through the dark clouds and the rain.

Its raining in my pain.

Speeding on a train,

 

And it don't sum it up at all.

It don't sum it up at all.

 

Speeding on a train.

Speeding on a train.

And I don't know where I am.

sleeping on my hand.

Speeding on a train.

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Originally posted by NationalJazz+Feb 19 2005, 11:39 PM-->
QUOTE (NationalJazz @ Feb 19 2005, 11:39 PM)
Originally posted by DeepThought@Feb 20 2005, 08:05 AM

Originally posted by NationalJazz@Feb 19 2005, 12:15 AM

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Deal with your bad fortune,

the shit they tossed your way.

It can be a larger burden,

to throw it all away.

Destroy all fears and burn them,

suck it up or die.

These fortunes last a life time,

never run from them or hide. :ph34r:

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Originally posted by C*A*B*R*A@Feb 19 2005, 03:00 PM

I tuned in the radio to a program about Roger Waters. The DJ played the whole album, making fun of the grammer the whole time. Waters was rehashing "What God Wants" and "Radio Chaos". Through metaphore he questioned wether the listeners had done everything they could to avert nuclear war. Rogers spoke "It would surge in towards shore and then move back. I rode that wave for years. It slowly pushed us up from the south into the northlands, and as the season changed, the direction brought us back to the southlands."

 

A beach pass and locker in december was $19.

 

There was a chinese food place that was still open @ 3am. The food was real yum, but you could only order the No.2 special

 

-NJ Director of Misfit Toys

i think i'm going to reply my own thread, cause i want fucking comments. NOW BITCH!

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Originally posted by Black*star@Feb 20 2005, 09:51 PM

Deal with your bad fortune,

the shit they tossed your way.

It can be a larger burden,

to throw it all away.

Destroy all fears and burn them,

suck it up or die.

These fortunes last a life time,

never run from them or hide. :ph34r:

I like this one.

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where have you gone

you used to be so lucious

so beautiful, so sought after

now, you're a running joke

fading away into oblivion

waiting to be finished off

you try everything to keep the youth

nothing works

you cover it up

you wish it would be the way it was

you think about it every second of every day

and at the same time

you try to act like nothings wrong

finally, you give up

it's not worth it

you reach for the drawer and you pull it out

you shave your head

you end the madness

liberation in the form of a razor

still not the same as it was

but that doesn't keep you from happiness

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