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You say anarchy, I say government you say temporary, I say permanent You say disillusionment, I say wonder You say talented, I say neverhundred.
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And the barbarian said, "NO!" They can be so stubborn sometimes.
oh I thought my lappy was broken. It was horrible. I went into I spiral of depression and instant withdrawal. My behavior became erratic and unstable. I robbed liqueur store...
I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die.
I went to the casino, just because it rhymes.
I wrote a book in invisible ink
a second look revealed that it was pink.
I was born in a test tube and I'm tired of all the bullshit.
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I don't care what anybody thinks! like my new song. It makes me feel like... DRUGS!!!
When I was younger... not like a little kid or anything, like when I got to the age of sixteen I wanted to be a junkie when I grew up. I failed miserably at it though. I was too poor to get addicted to heroine, a little scared and unable to find a way to pay for a drug habit, nor could I find anyone who sold it. I wasn't really looking though, it just sort of a day dream.
Before that I didn't really have any ideas what I wanted to be. When I turned fourteen I was a self proclaimed nihilist, I still am some days. I didn't think of the future because it was only an illusion, so was everything else. and before that I don't even know. I had no idea, I was a naive and stupid child. I can't remember most of my childhood.
When I turned about seventeen my sister had this friend of hers, a guy she was living with. He could of hooked me up with cocaine, but that wasn't my style. I wanted to tie up and inject a drug into my arm, I wanted to be a punk rocker, like Lou Reed or Kurt Cobain. but he also had weed, and weed was close enough for me. So one day i was over there and they were passing around a bowl. I thought I'd turn into a junkie if I had too much... which wasn't really a problem I guess. ?
But I reflected on my life before I took that first hit. The kids at school joked that if you took one hit of pot your entire life was over. But I realized something, I didn't have a life to begin with. I didn't give a fuck about anything. I didn't strive for anything, I just didn't care... I had nothing to lose. I never really became one of the stoners. I never bought pot from a dealer, I only smoked it occasionally with a few friends. All my friends that smoke it have either grown distant or quit so the option isn't there anymore.
My point is I never became a junkie. I failed at my dream!!! Okay that's not exactly the point, sorry... what "Who Needs Drugs" is about is this: People don't need drugs to be a fuck up. Usually if someone is using drugs they had already given up on there life a long time ago. People use drugs because there life is sad, it lacks any thrill or excitement... or they just need a way to escape something that is so cripplingly depressing that it's all they can do to keep themselves from committing suicide... Now that I've made that clear, WHO NEEDS DRUGS!!!
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Updated: 07/06/09 4:05 AM 16 comments | Log in to comment! | Share this!The Cake is a lie...
Yeah, maybe a little bit. Souls taste like granola.
The glaring red eyes, the croaked smile, the slight haunch of a loner who was driven quite mad ages ago. Not to forget the beard, hair and glasses, trademarks of evil. Look at it! Even I don't trust me anymore.
Who can tell what twisted and demented thoughts are running through that insidious creatures brain. Why is he smiling, did he just decapitate than rape some poor fellow who was at the wrong place and time? Did he just try to unsecessfully convert a celebrity to scientology? Did he just go out an help an old lady to cross the street only to hop on a car in the middle of the intersection and leave the old woman between the lines of trafic?
Or was it something far more cruel and malicious than any of that. I don't know... it's not like I know myself well enough to know what devious plots I've been planning.
Yeah, maybe a little bit. Souls taste like granola.
The glaring red eyes, the croaked smile, the slight haunch of a loner who was driven quite mad ages ago. Not to forget the beard, hair and glasses, trademarks of evil. Look at it! Even I don't trust me anymore.
Who can tell what twisted and demented thoughts are running through that insidious creatures brain. Why is he smiling, did he just decapitate than rape some poor fellow who was at the wrong place and time? Did he just try to unsecessfully convert a celebrity to scientology? Did he just go out an help an old lady to cross the street only to hop on a car in the middle of the intersection and leave the old woman between the lines of trafic?
Or was it something far more cruel and malicious than any of that. I don't know... it's not like I know myself well enough to know what devious plots I've been planning.
0 comments | Log in to comment! | Share this!This is Maine's Historic Site. Clive is checking it out.
It's a rock. Amazing.
Yestis a rock that is pretty much in the middle of The Brunswick Commons.
I'm just excited becuase it's a rock with a plack grafted to it. IT'S A FREAKIN' PLACK ON A ROCK! WHODATHUNKIT!!!
"I'm telling you, this is the creepiest part of Fort Andros. If you listen carefully you might here a scratching behind the walls, or perhaps the sound of ghosts long forgotten. There is just a certian, chill about this wing of the building, the unease sets right in your soul. I feel it everytime I walk through these halls. As if you're being watched, or stalked by some unseen preditor. Do you feel that paranoia? ... oh and ignore the baby."
Clive must have jumped like five feet into the air.
Another post, to make up for the last mess. I hate banning people... but I guess in some cases it's necessary. I'd prefer writing a response and not resort to taking away a persons free speach and excluding them. Even if they have a personality that was scraped off the shoe of a horse trainer.
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