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[Mar. 9th, 2005|11:49 am] |
they think im crazy, cause i really am
and theres no way, to help the problem
mr negative here take a seditive
because everything you say is totally
not relative its repetitive noone would give
there time to listen to this cause
its not competitive... fine then
here yea go, ill write you one stupid track
just to show...
Everybody get your girls and join the parade
at the front of the pack is my escalade
we got lowered sixtytwos with the fancy rims
and my niggers lookin hard wearin the balck tims
when we go to the club we only drink hennessey
come here now girl what color are your panties
fuck it, i dont care... |
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[Jan. 31st, 2005|03:35 pm] |
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fucked up dream, had about 10 dreams last night, each a little story, the one that sticks out the most in my mind and is the least personal is this wierd one, like fucking wierd... ummm its an old house, and at first i think there was a dirt floor, ok yea its on the second floor and the floor is made out of dirt, i dont even know how to get to the floor underneath, anywase i think i saw a snake living there, and for whatever reason i decided to dig a hole, or a pit more like it, like a foot deep and maybe two feet across either way, anywase, at some point it was night time at this place and i was walking around and stepping on all kinds of bugs, crunch crunch squish, super gross, then it was day time and there three of those pits all filled with snakes, and the snakes were building a ladder of snakes and climbing out, tons of bugs i mean tons of the squishy little scarabs everywhere, too many to count, thousands upon thousands, and then there were these wierd creatures... imagine a sausage, a blue sausage, made of jelly, and at either end it has four fingers, with eyes on them so its a sausage with four tentacles at each end and at the end of those tentacles are eyes, these things could run around on there finger tentacles and whenever they saw me they would jump at me and there eyes would hook on to me like suction cups and drain my energy, i remember having tons of them on me as i was pulling them off more would jump on and i would fall to the ground until my energy was drained, then i would get up and they would all jump back on... its was a fucking freaky dream... i escaped for a time from the house and when i came back some dood i met when i was living on the street had moved into the back room of these freaky house, basically those little blue things scare the hell out of me... |
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[Dec. 21st, 2004|01:50 pm] |
when i look i am blind
when i hear i am deaf
a lie is not the truth
and everything lies
truth in one context
is not always truth in another
defense mechanisms
weary predators
weary times
when your senses dont lie is when you use them in conjunction
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[Dec. 20th, 2004|05:02 am] |
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A guy walks into a bar and orders a drink. After a few more he needs to go to the can. He doesn't want anyone to steal his drink so he puts a sign on it saying, "I spat in this beer, do not drink!". After a few minutes he returns and there is another sign next to his beer saying, "So did I!" |
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