Feb 23, 2006 23:11
We can finally start moving shit into our apartment (raen and I) so next on the list of things to do... buy cpu desk audio stand and t.v. stand.
I feel sorry for Gizmo... the poor fucker I'm getting him neutered and de-clawed on the 28th which means we get him back on the 2nd of march. So not only will he lose his testicular fortitude he will also not be able to claw at shit and to make it even worse he'll come home to a new place poor fucker.
listening to some amazing tunage, Children of bodom the lyrics that blow me away and make me feel godly and aggressive are below, the tabliture and percusion are fucking amazing as well...
Now to get raen set up on that 6 string bass to pump out some heavy fucking tunage babeh!
In other news I love antrippa, fucking lens side politics were getting retarded, that and they play host to people like gan..... *shudder* that boy is quite possibley the stupidest fucking guy I've ever seen on lens in my 6 years of play he makes me want to tear my eye's out and feed them to some third world nation as a delecasey.
Moving along now... cough going matreya and bariscont!
oh and liche or demon I've always wanted a liche
Don't hear, don't deem. Drown in before you dive.
Don't care, commit to your self destruction drive.
I kiss the ground with love beyond forever
Flip off the sky with bleeding fingers till I die
CHORUS: Enemy, take a one good look at me.
Eradicate what you'll always be
Your tainted flesh, polluted soul through a mirror I behold.
Throw a punch, shards bleed on the floor
Tearing me apart but I don't care anymore.
Should I regret or ask myself ARE YOU DEAD YET?
Wake up, don't cry. Regenerate to deny the truth,
The fiction you live in blindfold your eyes.
Disclosure, self loathing. This time you've gone too far.
Or could it be, my nemesis that you are me?
CHORUS: Enemy, take a one good look at me.
Eradicate what you'll always be
Your tainted flesh, polluted soul through a mirror I behold.
Throw a punch, shards bleed on the floor
Tearing me apart but I don't care anymore.
Should I regret or ask myself ARE YOU DEAD YET?