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im going to do something.
does anyone know what?
im going to just type.
i cant believe i am such a loner/loser that i drink by myself when my girl friend is not around/
fuck i hate live journal.
but heres poetry/ rambling inspired by "an american parayer". the only thing i find myself listning to since i found it....
" my dreams see a vision of a immortal creature called myself, i cant stop it, it haunts me as i walk to the truth, the truth not being to far away, yet farther than you can imagine, where do we go now? anyone? no one responds. angels of the night ride there harleys onto your front lawn. they great you with a smile they flap there wings and fly away. birds are the only ones with the view from up high, swooping at a eye catching movement to only fly away. your bass string is tuned too low. but i like it anyway, work with it. the bosco day is beggining, are you ready to feel the sun on your head? the pine trees are waving at you saying hello. welcome to another day. your veins puls with hatred towards other who have stole what you loce. rot in hell and feel the wrath of everything i am you fucks. i am awake, and im not blind, see what your doing to everything. perhaps every thing that you ever looked for is back where u love? whose to say, certainly not i....
eat it. fuck yourself.
scott:)
does anyone know what?
im going to just type.
i cant believe i am such a loner/loser that i drink by myself when my girl friend is not around/
fuck i hate live journal.
but heres poetry/ rambling inspired by "an american parayer". the only thing i find myself listning to since i found it....
" my dreams see a vision of a immortal creature called myself, i cant stop it, it haunts me as i walk to the truth, the truth not being to far away, yet farther than you can imagine, where do we go now? anyone? no one responds. angels of the night ride there harleys onto your front lawn. they great you with a smile they flap there wings and fly away. birds are the only ones with the view from up high, swooping at a eye catching movement to only fly away. your bass string is tuned too low. but i like it anyway, work with it. the bosco day is beggining, are you ready to feel the sun on your head? the pine trees are waving at you saying hello. welcome to another day. your veins puls with hatred towards other who have stole what you loce. rot in hell and feel the wrath of everything i am you fucks. i am awake, and im not blind, see what your doing to everything. perhaps every thing that you ever looked for is back where u love? whose to say, certainly not i....
eat it. fuck yourself.
scott:)