October 2009
2 posts
I See London
I’m locking all the doors. I’m busting up the mirrors. Reflection is a dirty thing. It seems that’s all too obvious. I didn’t dim the lights enough. They see me against the wall. I’m making silhouettes, and it’s all my fucking fault. I would prefer a breeze, but I’ll settle for this drink in front of me. The humid night just sticks to my skin. ...
September 2009
2 posts
Because there’s no such thing as rock stars, there’s just people who...
Everybody feels blue sometimes
You gotta keep your head on, and keep on...
August 2009
7 posts
Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you can not hear my voice...
My Pretty Blues
All my life,
I’ve been waiting for you,
I never want to say goodbye,
To you.
All my life,
I’ve been searching for you,
I never want to let go,
Of you.
My love for you is real,
In the shape of heart,
I play my guitar,
For you.
In my room,
On the floor,
When you were just nineteen.
My pretty blues.
I will buy you,
A bed of roses,
Just to keep,
That smile on your face,
I will buy you,
A pocket full...
You
there's a place where everyone can be happy, it's the most beautiful place in the whole fucking world, it's made of candy canes and planes, and bright red choo choo trains and the meanest little boys, most innocent little girls, and you know, I wish that I could go there, it's a road that I have not found, and I wish you the best of luck dear, drop a card or letter to my side of town.
Building
Shouldering the blame Walking into frame Like a lighted silhouette Against a cotton sheet Smothering the crease Tin can in hand Waiting for god to come around But he never comes around He never comes around Quiet like a mouse Building up your house Just to tear it down Leaving us the pieces Do they ever fit? Tin can in hand Waiting for god to come around But he never comes around He never comes...
And I want to conquer the world
Give all the idiots a brand new religion
Put...
– Greg Graffin (Bad Religion)
July 2009
8 posts
(Jeff) That's Me!!
1. Jeff 812 up, 335 down a fabulous name, anyone who has it should be proud, spontaneous (good in bed) ;) usually very sexy tall & thin (except for the few UNLUCKY Jeff’s out there) DAMN BITCH! Jeff is so fine sexy smart funny clever evil by 123456princessbabieeee Feb 5, 2008 share this
2. Jeff 417 up, 170 down A Jeff is a really cool kid who everyone loves....
June 2009
6 posts
May 2009
8 posts
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So here’s a little tidbit for ya if you are scared of flying. More people are killed by donkeys annually than are killed in plane crashes. Fuck the plane, remind me to never rent a donkey to go up that mountain!
April 2009
7 posts
Here Comes A Regular
Well a person can work up a mean, mean thirst After a hard day of nothin' much at all Summer's passed, it's too late to cut the grass There ain't much to rake anyway in the fall And sometimes I just ain't in the mood to take my place in back with the loudmouths You're like a picture on a fridge that's never stocked with food I used to live at home, now I stay at the house And everybody wants to be...
502 Train
I look in the mirror What do I see? A lonesome guy That just wants to be free I tally the days That youve been gone Its been so long Its gotten harder to breathe In these cold cold nights What do you say? We take the 502 train Ride it out Like youve done this before But youll leave And I wont But I will Fight the speed Ill see you there The walls in my room Have bled to the sky Lingers away Until...
The Next Best Thing
Sticks and stones will break our bones, We can never be separated from our thrones, Let’s make a list of things this year, Of all the problems we have come to fear. You’re my baby, You’re the next best thing, Put on that fake lasting smile, ‘Cause that’s all you can do. Take it to the heart, That we’ll never grow apart, It’s a strange, bumpy ride,...
...Is What Gets Us By)
She stands on top of the platform, With her arm held high, Only trusting her action, Deep in the bright white sky. She stands as though, There’s a freedom, John holds a sign, A sign of victory once again. On a weekend getaway 112 miles north, In a field still linger the sound, They did what they thought was best, what he dreamed still has never been found. What did he want us to hear, That...