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1 secret- I like a guy who I hooked up w/ once and may not ever go out with though I really want to go out with
1 critique- Jessica and Ashlee Simpson are taking over the world with Nick Lachey and Ryan Cabrera
1 compliment- john stamos is awesome as uncle jesse on Full House
1 death threat- no im pretty pacifistic as far asthings go
1 love note- guy I mentioned<3.
Lyrics to a song- he door stands open- across lines, invisible hands are held, goden streamers building in the night. alone, the possibilities are enormous. step outside and parasites, deprived of their meat wait to suck on tiring flesh, unending statistics that fatten leaders, prisoners of their morality. afraid of death, we cannot save ourselves. to breathe is not enough. yes sir, i will when you woke up this morning you looked so rocky-eyed, blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black. it doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain, maybe someone hears what you say, but you're still on your own at night. you've got to make such a noise to understand the silence, screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can hear the silence even when it's there. like the wind see from the window, seeing it but not being touched by it. words sometimes don't seem to mean much of anyone we're used more than most. feelings from the heart that have been distorted and mocked, thrown around in the spectacle, the grand social circus. up against the rows of grey robots who control our lives the things we have to offer sometimes seem so frail as they plan destruction and gain respectability we offer our creativity and are made outcasts. we didn't expect to find ourselves playing this part, we were concerned with ideas, not rock and roll, but we can't avoid that arena, it's become a part of us even if we don't understand it. in attempts to moderate they ask us why we don't write love songs. what is it that we sing, then? our love of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that, everything we write is a love song. we look for alternatives, but the enormous power of the media makes it so difficult to establish foundations. their lies and distoritions are so extreme that everything becomes poisoned and corrupted. we can become media personalities, but it is always on their terms. we're tired of living up to other people's expectaitons when ours seem so much higher. intelligence seems so easily dismissed when it doesn't conform to mainstream values... social intellignece merely requires agreement and compromise. the boundaries are becoming narrower as the state becomes more paranoid. under authoritarian rule, conformity becomes the only security. fear is a powerful weapon against human development. cowering in our temples of self there's little chance of change; the state is aware of that. the bomb serves many functions. if fear of the omnipotent god is no more, the nuclear father will govern with his shepherd's crook, drawing his flock closer to the valley of the shadow of death. those of us who stand out against the status quo do so against all odds. we cling so closely together because we have little other than ourselves. critics say it's just punk rock or that we're just naive anarchists. they hope to descredit us with their labels and definitions. throughout history societies have condemned those who are later later celebrated as heroes. in so many borgeois homes van gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls, yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people. why is it that the kind and gentle are subjected to violence and ridicule? how is it that the small and mealy-minded have gained os much power?
How long we've been friends- you don't know me at all
& a Hint to who you are- see above