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Thursday, January 12, 2006


   Some more GERARD!!!!!


Weekend by X Japan

hear a knock on the door, closing in on my eyes, lost in the consciousness is your whisper, Over coming a melting heart, a faded portrait, reflects my disappearing memories. At once and still chaotic, hateful black heart, closes in on me. A sharp, transient feeling, in a single wave, becomes a hysterical wind. Stopping tears, and held in feelings in a colourless silence. I've nothing to lose (love me till the end), except your heart. I've nothing to lose (Love me till the end), except your heart, Blood flows from your wrists and body into the distant seas of time Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend?? I've nothing to lose (love me till the end), except your heart, I've nothing to lose (love me till the end), except your heart. No way out... I hear a knock on the door, closing in on my eyes, lost in the consciousness is your whisper. Blood flows from your wrists and body into the distant seas of time... weekend ... weekend.... .Weekend ... I still love you ... Weekend ... but I cannot carry on! Blood flows from your wrists and body into the distant seas of time ... Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end, Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend...weekend ... weekend...

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   Gerard Way!


Weekend by X Japan

hear a knock on the door, closing in on my eyes, lost in the consciousness is your whisper, Over coming a melting heart, a faded portrait, reflects my disappearing memories. At once and still chaotic, hateful black heart, closes in on me. A sharp, transient feeling, in a single wave, becomes a hysterical wind. Stopping tears, and held in feelings in a colourless silence. I've nothing to lose (love me till the end), except your heart. I've nothing to lose (Love me till the end), except your heart, Blood flows from your wrists and body into the distant seas of time Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend?? I've nothing to lose (love me till the end), except your heart, I've nothing to lose (love me till the end), except your heart. No way out... I hear a knock on the door, closing in on my eyes, lost in the consciousness is your whisper. Blood flows from your wrists and body into the distant seas of time... weekend ... weekend.... .Weekend ... I still love you ... Weekend ... but I cannot carry on! Blood flows from your wrists and body into the distant seas of time ... Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end, Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend...weekend ... weekend...

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Monday, January 9, 2006


  


Weekend by X Japan

hear a knock on the door, closing in on my eyes, lost in the consciousness is your whisper, Over coming a melting heart, a faded portrait, reflects my disappearing memories. At once and still chaotic, hateful black heart, closes in on me. A sharp, transient feeling, in a single wave, becomes a hysterical wind. Stopping tears, and held in feelings in a colourless silence. I've nothing to lose (love me till the end), except your heart. I've nothing to lose (Love me till the end), except your heart, Blood flows from your wrists and body into the distant seas of time Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend?? I've nothing to lose (love me till the end), except your heart, I've nothing to lose (love me till the end), except your heart. No way out... I hear a knock on the door, closing in on my eyes, lost in the consciousness is your whisper. Blood flows from your wrists and body into the distant seas of time... weekend ... weekend.... .Weekend ... I still love you ... Weekend ... but I cannot carry on! Blood flows from your wrists and body into the distant seas of time ... Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end, Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend...weekend ... weekend...

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Tuesday, December 20, 2005


   my life....


Weekend by X Japan

hear a knock on the door, closing in on my eyes, lost in the consciousness is your whisper, Over coming a melting heart, a faded portrait, reflects my disappearing memories. At once and still chaotic, hateful black heart, closes in on me. A sharp, transient feeling, in a single wave, becomes a hysterical wind. Stopping tears, and held in feelings in a colourless silence. I've nothing to lose (love me till the end), except your heart. I've nothing to lose (Love me till the end), except your heart, Blood flows from your wrists and body into the distant seas of time Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend?? I've nothing to lose (love me till the end), except your heart, I've nothing to lose (love me till the end), except your heart. No way out... I hear a knock on the door, closing in on my eyes, lost in the consciousness is your whisper. Blood flows from your wrists and body into the distant seas of time... weekend ... weekend.... .Weekend ... I still love you ... Weekend ... but I cannot carry on! Blood flows from your wrists and body into the distant seas of time ... Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end, Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend...weekend ... weekend...

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hey everyone,
So how are all you peoplez anywayz? good huh? Well I am trying to keep in touch I can't get to a computer but maybe a few time a week! So be patient with me please! Well byez


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Thursday, December 15, 2005



Weekend by X Japan

hear a knock on the door, closing in on my eyes, lost in the consciousness is your whisper, Over coming a melting heart, a faded portrait, reflects my disappearing memories. At once and still chaotic, hateful black heart, closes in on me. A sharp, transient feeling, in a single wave, becomes a hysterical wind. Stopping tears, and held in feelings in a colourless silence. I've nothing to lose (love me till the end), except your heart. I've nothing to lose (Love me till the end), except your heart, Blood flows from your wrists and body into the distant seas of time Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend?? I've nothing to lose (love me till the end), except your heart, I've nothing to lose (love me till the end), except your heart. No way out... I hear a knock on the door, closing in on my eyes, lost in the consciousness is your whisper. Blood flows from your wrists and body into the distant seas of time... weekend ... weekend.... .Weekend ... I still love you ... Weekend ... but I cannot carry on! Blood flows from your wrists and body into the distant seas of time ... Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end, Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend...weekend ... weekend...

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You scored as Gerard Way. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....sorry! luvrly gery baby! be proud..hes been sober for over a year now! luvin him for his determination and you should too! a sexy man and very very talented!

Gerard Way

100%

Frank Iero

35%

gerard or frank??
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You scored as Columbia. You're Columbia. The troubled girl who's in love with Frank N. Furter. Poor you.

Columbia

63%

Frank N. Furter

63%

Magenta

63%

Janet

50%

Riff-Raff

13%

What character on Rocky Horror Picture Show are you?
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Weekend by X Japan

hear a knock on the door, closing in on my eyes, lost in the consciousness is your whisper, Over coming a melting heart, a faded portrait, reflects my disappearing memories. At once and still chaotic, hateful black heart, closes in on me. A sharp, transient feeling, in a single wave, becomes a hysterical wind. Stopping tears, and held in feelings in a colourless silence. I've nothing to lose (love me till the end), except your heart. I've nothing to lose (Love me till the end), except your heart, Blood flows from your wrists and body into the distant seas of time Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend?? I've nothing to lose (love me till the end), except your heart, I've nothing to lose (love me till the end), except your heart. No way out... I hear a knock on the door, closing in on my eyes, lost in the consciousness is your whisper. Blood flows from your wrists and body into the distant seas of time... weekend ... weekend.... .Weekend ... I still love you ... Weekend ... but I cannot carry on! Blood flows from your wrists and body into the distant seas of time ... Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end, Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend...weekend ... weekend...

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EExquisite
RRevolutionary
AAccurate
RRelaxing
DDirty
WWeird
AAmbivalent
YYummy
SSpunky
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How to make a Gerardwayslovers
Ingredients:

3 parts mercy

3 parts crazyiness

5 parts beauty
Method:
Stir together in a glass tumbler with a salted rim. Add a little cocktail umbrella and a dash of curiosity


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Wednesday, December 14, 2005



Weekend by X Japan

hear a knock on the door, closing in on my eyes, lost in the consciousness is your whisper, Over coming a melting heart, a faded portrait, reflects my disappearing memories. At once and still chaotic, hateful black heart, closes in on me. A sharp, transient feeling, in a single wave, becomes a hysterical wind. Stopping tears, and held in feelings in a colourless silence. I've nothing to lose (love me till the end), except your heart. I've nothing to lose (Love me till the end), except your heart, Blood flows from your wrists and body into the distant seas of time Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend?? I've nothing to lose (love me till the end), except your heart, I've nothing to lose (love me till the end), except your heart. No way out... I hear a knock on the door, closing in on my eyes, lost in the consciousness is your whisper. Blood flows from your wrists and body into the distant seas of time... weekend ... weekend.... .Weekend ... I still love you ... Weekend ... but I cannot carry on! Blood flows from your wrists and body into the distant seas of time ... Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end, Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend...weekend ... weekend...

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GERARD


Weekend by X Japan

hear a knock on the door, closing in on my eyes, lost in the consciousness is your whisper, Over coming a melting heart, a faded portrait, reflects my disappearing memories. At once and still chaotic, hateful black heart, closes in on me. A sharp, transient feeling, in a single wave, becomes a hysterical wind. Stopping tears, and held in feelings in a colourless silence. I've nothing to lose (love me till the end), except your heart. I've nothing to lose (Love me till the end), except your heart, Blood flows from your wrists and body into the distant seas of time Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend?? I've nothing to lose (love me till the end), except your heart, I've nothing to lose (love me till the end), except your heart. No way out... I hear a knock on the door, closing in on my eyes, lost in the consciousness is your whisper. Blood flows from your wrists and body into the distant seas of time... weekend ... weekend.... .Weekend ... I still love you ... Weekend ... but I cannot carry on! Blood flows from your wrists and body into the distant seas of time ... Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end, Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend...weekend ... weekend...

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Guess what my friend made me for Christmas a Gerard Way Picture Frame with like alot of diffrent pictures of Gerard!!! I love Gerard!!!!


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Weekend by X Japan

hear a knock on the door, closing in on my eyes, lost in the consciousness is your whisper, Over coming a melting heart, a faded portrait, reflects my disappearing memories. At once and still chaotic, hateful black heart, closes in on me. A sharp, transient feeling, in a single wave, becomes a hysterical wind. Stopping tears, and held in feelings in a colourless silence. I've nothing to lose (love me till the end), except your heart. I've nothing to lose (Love me till the end), except your heart, Blood flows from your wrists and body into the distant seas of time Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend?? I've nothing to lose (love me till the end), except your heart, I've nothing to lose (love me till the end), except your heart. No way out... I hear a knock on the door, closing in on my eyes, lost in the consciousness is your whisper. Blood flows from your wrists and body into the distant seas of time... weekend ... weekend.... .Weekend ... I still love you ... Weekend ... but I cannot carry on! Blood flows from your wrists and body into the distant seas of time ... Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end, Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend...weekend ... weekend...

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lOOK AT THE SEXINESS OF GERARD!!!


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Wednesday, December 7, 2005


GERARD WAY QUOTES


Weekend by X Japan

hear a knock on the door, closing in on my eyes, lost in the consciousness is your whisper, Over coming a melting heart, a faded portrait, reflects my disappearing memories. At once and still chaotic, hateful black heart, closes in on me. A sharp, transient feeling, in a single wave, becomes a hysterical wind. Stopping tears, and held in feelings in a colourless silence. I've nothing to lose (love me till the end), except your heart. I've nothing to lose (Love me till the end), except your heart, Blood flows from your wrists and body into the distant seas of time Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend?? I've nothing to lose (love me till the end), except your heart, I've nothing to lose (love me till the end), except your heart. No way out... I hear a knock on the door, closing in on my eyes, lost in the consciousness is your whisper. Blood flows from your wrists and body into the distant seas of time... weekend ... weekend.... .Weekend ... I still love you ... Weekend ... but I cannot carry on! Blood flows from your wrists and body into the distant seas of time ... Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end, Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend, weekend, weekend, I'm at my wits end. Weekend...weekend ... weekend...

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Quotes
"If you don't go to high school you will definitely go to jail."
"I'd rather be a creature of the night than an old dude."
"So many people treat you like you're a kid so you might as well act like one and throw your television out of the hotel window"
"Be Yourself, Don't take anyone's shit and never let them take you alive..."
"So how was Christmas for you guys? Did you all get lots of nice black t-shirts?"
"If you're gonna buy me a present, don't spend more than twenty five bucks, you'll get a blowjob anyway."
"Surrounding myself with fans makes me feel like I'm not going through it alone."
"The Devil got landed with a shitty job, he has to deal with assholes everyday, he's probably bored as hell."
"When I was writing it, I was remembering how hard it was to be a 16-year-old in high school. I always wanted to be an artist, so I was this loner kid who just got drunk all the time. I only had one real friend. There was a girl I really liked, and she ended up taking really sleazy photographs with her boyfriend, and that really crushed me, I was just swimming in this pit of despair, jealousy and alcoholism."
"It erases everything I hate about myself. Nothing can hurt me. I feel completely invincible. I feel like everyone else on that stage is invincible and we're capable of anything. There's no stopping us."
"I'd enjoy it if a guy grabbed my ass. I guess it all depends on how he grabbed it, too."
"When you are kissing a guy with a beard, it's different."
"There's such a lack of sex in music"
"It takes me a while to tell stories. I think it's because I was drunk for three years"
"I was this weird loner kid who got drunk by himself all the time." (talking about high school)
"I have a nihilistic attitude so it's like, the new gay... it's popular." (Gerard on why we should give a damn about MCR)
"Look at me, with my pretty bracelet and tiara... I'm a fuckin' princess!"
"Were not a festival band, playing during the day was something we had to get over, I was like uhh this sun stuff kind of sucks"
"When we first started out I had a really big issue and a lot of my loved ones had a really big issue with the fact that I was totally in pain up there and there was a time when I tried to hurt myself off stage, but I got over that. Like, you should never want to hurt yourself. You should love yourself. Sometimes you have to kind of die inside in order to rise from your own ashes and believe in yourself and love yourself and become a new person and I think that that is going to be a lot of what the next record is about, not to plug it or anything. Like, it's going to talk about dying and coming back to become what you totally want to become. We are all becoming what we want to become."
"What I Like about The Sims is that I don't have a normal life at all, so I play this game where these people have these really boring, mundane lives. It's fun. My Sims family is called the Cholly family. I don't know why I picked that name; it's kind of random. The teenage daughter is my favourite, because I just had her go through this Goth phase. She's really kind of nerdy and she just became a concert violinist, which is pretty huge for the family. And she got into private school. But she started wearing black lipstick and she dyed her hair purple. It's pretty huge."
"I went to school in drag, in art school and my day was completely different because everybody thought I was a chick. You should see me as a chick. So I went as a girl, as like an experiment and it worked really well and everyone was really nice to me but I couldn't talk obviously...you know train conductors were really cool to me on my commute...HA! I looked hot as a chick!"
"Craziest thing that ever happened to me was being attacked by a black bird. It pecked the shit out of my head. We were at this hotel called The Phoenix in San Francisco. We were leaving to go to a show the next morning and the bird just fuckin' attacked my head. And the next day Slipknot were there, they were coming in as we were leaving, and they got attacked by birds too."
"Yeah, obviously we use vampires as a metaphor for something else, something deeper than just the supernatural. But there's just something about the bloodsucking walking dead, that can say so much to people. There are really so many people trying to get control over you on a daily basis and steal your soul in some way, take a part of you..."
"Um, lots of people grab my ass. I'm actually starting to get this thing now where people grab my package. That actually happened once in Boston, it usually doesn't happen. We went over to England and it happened at almost every show. I don't really enjoy any kind of invasion of privacy like that I guess. Grabbing my package is obviously a total invasion of privacy I'm not into that at all."
"That's what happens when you're all borderline psychotic and therein lies the beauty of this band - our duality. There's a duality to each band member too. There's a desire to have this constant conflict. If we write a write a song and it turns out really poppy, we have to make the lyrics really fucked up. There's psychosis to everything we do for sure. One day we're probably gonna write this number one pop tune that will be about a massacre!"
"If for one minute you think you're better than a sixteen year old girl in a Green Day t-shirt, you are sorely mistaken. Remember the first time you went to a show and saw your favorite band. You wore their shirt, and sang every word. You didn't know anything about scene politics, haircuts, or what was cool. All you knew was that this music made you feel different from anyone you shared a locker with. Someone finally understood you. This is what music is about."


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