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
I ranted for the first time in my journal today. It's something that I've thought about posting here for a while. If you wish, you can find it in my journal. Just click on the banner in my sig.
Axtech wrote:I ranted for the first time in my journal today. It's something that I've thought about posting here for a while. If you wish, you can find it in my journal. Just click on the banner in my sig.
that was a really cool entry... it made me think... still thinking alot about it. anyways, thanks... i think you've actually had an impact on me today
man.. reading that made me realize how very few personal conversations i have. I hang out with my friends maybe a couple times a week outside of school, and I'm doing pretty damn well socially. but wow. i never have deep conversations any more. i guess i'm just so used to it i dont even think about it.
I can relate a bit to how you feel, Rob. Now that I live with just one person in an apt. (instead of with 700 others in a dorm like I did for the past two years), I find myself becoming more talkative with my online buddies than with real-life ones. I don't really find it easier or harder to talk in either situation, so, the way I see it, at least you aren't shutting yourself out to everyone. It's nice to have online buddies who will "listen" to you.
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you didn't seem to have much of problem discussing it last night at the f11 concert in fact, i recall having you threaten you a few times in order to get you to stop.
threaten?!
you punched me and smacked me with your camera
and you of all people know my brain is fried
all that goes thru it was "how the fuck do i answer question 1?"
well atleast during that guy with the kazoo after that it was "mmmm slurpymundae/idle sons" and then "mmmm slurpymundae/idle sons and soon f11" and then "mmmm f11"
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