Mooworld
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Hey, I'm going to waste your time. Here's a synopsis; if I like you, I'll definitely try not to ruin your life. If I don't like you, I'm too nice to tell you. Or, if I'm in a bad mood, well, you know I don't like you. I can be a bitch, & I don't care unless you're one of the ppl I like. Or you start to cry. I don't like 99.9% of the female population. Tie-died shirts are gay. I don't share my food, unless I think you're cool, or unless I'm in love with you. I like music a lot, to the point of obsession with some cds. I think it has something to do with voices. No matter what Neil says, I'm not a dike. And sometimes,it really pisses me off to have to deal with the normal people in the world. I'm arrogant sometimes, and I pretend not to be. I don't like being called out on things. I hate stupid people, and I'm the judge of who's stupid. I don't think guys that have no brain are at all appealing. I read like average people breathe. There is nothing at all interesting about me. Sometimes I want to give up on the worthlessness of the world and its inhabitants. Sometimes I want to kill all of them. Even the ppl I love the most get on my nerves at some point, but that doesn't mean I hate you or don't like you, so don't freak the hell out. If you're going to talk boys, nails, hair, or any other stupid subject, I will ignore you. And think of mean names. And say, "Love ya" at the end of our conversation. Oh, if you're sarcastic, have a cool name, a cool feature, or something, then that is your redeeming quality. (I'm thinking of Jews, Arabs, Short ppl, and other strange folk.) If you're just stupid, you're doomed to hell, unless you are hopelessly nice to everyone at all times. Extremely simple things make me happy. I love to laugh. Really big & really small dogs rock. So are fast cars. Music is best loud. Nintendo, sushi, the middle finger, sarcasm, and Dante's pizza are gifts from God, to make up for the jokes he likes to play on humanity.
Peaceful, no?
Want Your mind won't let you say that you want me
Your mind won't ever, never let you say what you want
You howl and wail like a banshee
Still your mind won't ever let you say
My little tired devotee
Your mind won't even let you feel
Quivering now, shivering now, withering
Your mind won't let you say that you're
Wondering now, pondering now, hungering
Won't let you say that you're
Questioning, wavering, weakening
You mind won't let you say that you're
Hearkening, listening, heeding me now
Wont let you say that you want...me
Your mind won't let you say that you want me
Your mind won't ever, never let you have what you want
I feel your hunger to taste me
Still your mind wont ever let you say
Your kind is just the type that should use me
But your mind won't seem to let you have
The opportunity to abuse me
Your mind wont even let you feel
Savor the addiction, savor the affliction
Savor me
click to go back up"At first I see an open wound
infected and disastrous
It breathes chaotic catastrophe
it cries to be renewed its tears are the color of anger,
they dry to form a scab.
To the touch it's stiff and resilient,
underneath the new skin breathes.
As outwardly cliche as it may seem,
yes, something under the surface syas,
"C'est la vie."
It is a circle, there is a plan
dead skin will atrophy itself to start again.
Look closely at the open wound,
see past what covers the surface.
Underneath chaotic catastrophe,
creation takes stage.
Its all been saved
with exception for
the right parts
When will we be new skin?
Its all been seen with exception for what
could be
When will we be new skin?
Fallacious cognatons
spewed from televisions
do mold our decisions.
So stop and take a look,
and you'll see what I see now."
Incubus~New Skin
'I paid my last respects this mornin' on an early grave
Already said goodbye, nothin left to say
A tiny church a tiny town and not a tear was spent
Not how I wanted it, I'm hating all of this
Well I'm hating, all of this
I'm hating, all of this
Now I know why, I hide my love from you somedays
No I don't mind keeping this bottled inside me
You came along, and tore this world out around me
Looks like you found me
Now I know why
I felt like shit when I woke up this morning
I've been a loser all my life, I'm not about to change
If you don't like it, there's the door, nobody made you stay
There ain't a woman on the planet who can deal with it
Just how I wanted it, I'm hating all of this.'
nickelback woke up this morning
Do you like eggs? From your head down to your legs?
(dumb but semi-funny stuff)
If you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague.
A penny saved is a government oversight.
How long a minute is depends on what side of the bathroom door
you're on.
If ignorance is bliss, why aren't more people happy?
Some mistakes are too much fun to only make once.
A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour.
Whatever hits the fan will not be evenly distributed.
Everyone has a photographic memory. Some just don't have film.
going up? click the lips.LinksPictures of random ppl. (Mostly my sister and her friends. B/c that's all the pictures I have.)
Erica, Eric, and Jennifer
Eric and sis Liz
Donnyboy and Jenn
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