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Wednesday, May 24, 2006

   Plastic bags of novacine some pcp to kill the pain....FIF
lol i love that song now just cause it makes ppl stare at me wooooooooo ^_^ yeah anyway hiya ppl i'm doing great grand WONDERFUL lol ^_^ bored but doing good i've aced all my exams so far lowest grade is a 90 and i'm passing art T_T dam oh well ^_^ lol well yeah how are yall ppl who are out and thoughs who are about to rock we salute you...lol if no one got that i will be amazed lol well yeah anyway i'm bored and idk if i can make it to everones site today cause so many posted today but i try and by god i will probably..fail but oh well lol ^_^ ttyl

Poem of the day

none to lazy

Song of the day

JETHRO TULL LYRICS

"Aqualung"

Sitting on a park bench --
eyeing ittle girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose --
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun --
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck --
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.

Sun streaking cold --
an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog-end --
he goes down to the bog
and warms his feet.

Feeling alone --
the army's up the rode
salvation a la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend --
don't start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze --
when the ice that
clings on to your beard is
screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea-diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.

Qoute of the day

"Cheeses (of Nazareth)"..FIF Album *it sounds like Jesus of Nazareth lol*

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