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mine won't come near it, i have to type my dad's tests for him. (he's a teacher.)
Whenever death may surprise us,
let it be welcome
if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear
and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
Nobody's gonna miss me, no tears will fall, no ones gonna weap, when i hit that road.
my boots are broken my brain is sore, fer keepin' up with thier little world, i got a heavy load.
gonna leave 'em all just like before, i'm big city bound, your always 17 in your hometown
let it be welcome
if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear
and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
Nobody's gonna miss me, no tears will fall, no ones gonna weap, when i hit that road.
my boots are broken my brain is sore, fer keepin' up with thier little world, i got a heavy load.
gonna leave 'em all just like before, i'm big city bound, your always 17 in your hometown
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cause that's what all the cool kids do.
Whenever death may surprise us,
let it be welcome
if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear
and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
Nobody's gonna miss me, no tears will fall, no ones gonna weap, when i hit that road.
my boots are broken my brain is sore, fer keepin' up with thier little world, i got a heavy load.
gonna leave 'em all just like before, i'm big city bound, your always 17 in your hometown
let it be welcome
if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear
and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
Nobody's gonna miss me, no tears will fall, no ones gonna weap, when i hit that road.
my boots are broken my brain is sore, fer keepin' up with thier little world, i got a heavy load.
gonna leave 'em all just like before, i'm big city bound, your always 17 in your hometown
my mom can't even figure the cable box out.
and that's scary, alan... about the leukemia thing... because one of my mom's friends has it, but doesn't tell her parents because her mom is a psychobitch and doesn't want them to worry about her.
and that's scary, alan... about the leukemia thing... because one of my mom's friends has it, but doesn't tell her parents because her mom is a psychobitch and doesn't want them to worry about her.
!EMiLY!
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
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< sigh > death happens. I will get over it after the inevitable does happen to her. It really scares me though. I mean, she has lived a full 90 years, but I don't want to see her go.
And your mom's friend should really tell her mom...
And your mom's friend should really tell her mom...
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
She (Kathy) really hasn't told her mom anything. She's about 45 or so, married a man, and didn't tell her mom because her mom didn't like him. The man she married, Ken, died about 2 years ago from cancer, and her parents still didn't know they were married. It's really sad. Kathy's mom has a lot of problems (she's just a little insane), and Kathy just doesn't want to put her burden on her.
!EMiLY!
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
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areusad831 wrote:why are you dropping out?
oh.
i'm dropping out because school is a waste of time and money. it makes me sick and sad.
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.

we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
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My fiancee went with this guy to this music studio and recorded some stuff for about five hours... He told me that the people really liked his vocals (LOL! he is pretty good... he sings to make me sleep... lol). I'm pretty excited for him because for the past year or so he's been trying really hard to make it as an actor and he's getting kind of burnt out. So now, he's trying to get either a music career or a writing job for Sesame Street. ::sigh:: I hope something happens for either one. It sucks to see him question what he wants to do with his life.
"I wrote on my palm before I went to have it read to see if she would read that too."- Mitch Hedberg
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