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maybe i hate you maybe i hate the world
maybe you disapoint me but thats not really the point i'm told
maybe i love you maybe i have hope for this world
its all the same, what appear as contrdictions are often the same fucking thing
i have to may people to blame and to many things to view as shit, but all it does is entagle me in crap
i'm so sick of it, oh so sick and you make me wanna love and you make me wanna puke
i criticize and look and find something beautiful
but its all the same your fucking lame and don't want to hear it anymore so i think i'll take a drink and go to bed and work some more
live this life that stinks like bile but after a while shows its beauty, just like horse manure smells like shit but makes things grow, maybe your shit will make me grow... maybe all this shit will make me grow, ha
i hate the world and i'm not pretty, you can't make an idol out of my indifference because i don't have any, you can't idolize my hatred because i don't wrap it up in nice little sweaters and painfully managed hair, and if you ask me about it i'm might just spill my hate right there, beware
i'm bitter not mealoncholy but i have reasons, as everyone does, and life is plump full of greed and then shrivels with wrinkles into raisens, and i don't need to beat around the bush all mow it right down, i'm honest and if you ask me i might just spill my hatred right here or there, whats the point if you care, but you acts are acutely unaware? whatever there is alot to hate and plunty of reasons and this life is plump so full of pompus hypocricy, mediaocracy you spice up my life but maybe you are too spicy cause you give me a bad fucking case heart burn.... you are something i can't always stomach....
and i'll end it right here with some stupid ass analogy
2003-05-11
23:58
maybe you disapoint me but thats not really the point i'm told
maybe i love you maybe i have hope for this world
its all the same, what appear as contrdictions are often the same fucking thing
i have to may people to blame and to many things to view as shit, but all it does is entagle me in crap
i'm so sick of it, oh so sick and you make me wanna love and you make me wanna puke
i criticize and look and find something beautiful
but its all the same your fucking lame and don't want to hear it anymore so i think i'll take a drink and go to bed and work some more
live this life that stinks like bile but after a while shows its beauty, just like horse manure smells like shit but makes things grow, maybe your shit will make me grow... maybe all this shit will make me grow, ha
i hate the world and i'm not pretty, you can't make an idol out of my indifference because i don't have any, you can't idolize my hatred because i don't wrap it up in nice little sweaters and painfully managed hair, and if you ask me about it i'm might just spill my hate right there, beware
i'm bitter not mealoncholy but i have reasons, as everyone does, and life is plump full of greed and then shrivels with wrinkles into raisens, and i don't need to beat around the bush all mow it right down, i'm honest and if you ask me i might just spill my hatred right here or there, whats the point if you care, but you acts are acutely unaware? whatever there is alot to hate and plunty of reasons and this life is plump so full of pompus hypocricy, mediaocracy you spice up my life but maybe you are too spicy cause you give me a bad fucking case heart burn.... you are something i can't always stomach....
and i'll end it right here with some stupid ass analogy
2003-05-11
23:58