Second only to a forced infusion.
So school is over. And has been for I forget how long. I am still tired from it. I am working at Aaron Brothers again. Except now I make $7.75 an hour instead of $7. 25. Huzzah. Some of my grades were good, some of them bad. My 2-d design teacher can suck my dick for giving me a d. I do not see how he can get mad for late stuff when he never set actual deadlines for anything. And said deadlines do not matter as much. I got an A in astronomy and a B- in my other drawing class. Other than that I do not care. I have to take that stupid RWS class again. I fucking hate that class. On a totally unrelated note, I am currently doing algebra. Extra credit my sister asked me to do. Why I am doing, I have no clue, other than because I love math. And because I am a nerd like that.
I have no idea what else to report on. So, um lyrics, since I have not done so in a bit. Oh yeah! New KMFDM comes on August 21! :D :D :D :D :D
KMFDM - Full Worm Garden. (Epic song)
A token left with judgement a memento left ajar.
A secret never wanted death defying little charms.
How to defend pretend selective piss-away so long neglected.
Pretty-frozen underground from above the odor leering.
Pass the meat from which I stink of.
All these tethered wether-wise.
A blood stain all the wiser desperation kicks the stool.
A little bruise to lose demure a staple cut and dry.
In the sink dissection decimation is the rule.
In determining direction acting agent act the fool.
Pass the meat from which I stink of.
Putrid helping kept inside.
Tincture warning second cousin to the new invention.
Addictive so charming second only to a forced infusion.
Tincture of lead be said with no remorse full of confusion.
Wish to enjoy this weightlessness lay me out full worm garden.
A prick upon the finger looking back like looking through.
To develop in the mixture of a portion of a view.
The distant elevation of a faded wicked high.
Divination ask a question of a spirit for a thing you used to hide.
Pass the meat from which I stink of.
Passed out serving on the side.
From the meat I’m suffocating.
Cutting from the bone to hide.
Tincture warning second cousin to the new invention.
Addictive so charming second only to a forced infusion.
Tincture of lead be said with no remorse full of confusion.
Wish to enjoy this weightlessness lay me out full worm garden.
A lose-knit put on sweater tie it up around the arm.
Looks to grip along the trigger down the barrel of a gun.
Assume today a game to play cardboard house in disarray.
Tremble little joker think dig it deep don’t be afraid.
I have no idea what else to report on. So, um lyrics, since I have not done so in a bit. Oh yeah! New KMFDM comes on August 21! :D :D :D :D :D
KMFDM - Full Worm Garden. (Epic song)
A token left with judgement a memento left ajar.
A secret never wanted death defying little charms.
How to defend pretend selective piss-away so long neglected.
Pretty-frozen underground from above the odor leering.
Pass the meat from which I stink of.
All these tethered wether-wise.
A blood stain all the wiser desperation kicks the stool.
A little bruise to lose demure a staple cut and dry.
In the sink dissection decimation is the rule.
In determining direction acting agent act the fool.
Pass the meat from which I stink of.
Putrid helping kept inside.
Tincture warning second cousin to the new invention.
Addictive so charming second only to a forced infusion.
Tincture of lead be said with no remorse full of confusion.
Wish to enjoy this weightlessness lay me out full worm garden.
A prick upon the finger looking back like looking through.
To develop in the mixture of a portion of a view.
The distant elevation of a faded wicked high.
Divination ask a question of a spirit for a thing you used to hide.
Pass the meat from which I stink of.
Passed out serving on the side.
From the meat I’m suffocating.
Cutting from the bone to hide.
Tincture warning second cousin to the new invention.
Addictive so charming second only to a forced infusion.
Tincture of lead be said with no remorse full of confusion.
Wish to enjoy this weightlessness lay me out full worm garden.
A lose-knit put on sweater tie it up around the arm.
Looks to grip along the trigger down the barrel of a gun.
Assume today a game to play cardboard house in disarray.
Tremble little joker think dig it deep don’t be afraid.