There's a sword in your side,
You'll ignore until blood shows,
And later on, when it's gone,
When something's wrong,
The violence grows and it's designed,
To spy and try to poke your eyes, While laying low.
Beneath the seven different reasons for satellites,
Elven different reasons for fists in fights,
There's never been a reason for fists in fights,
But no-one's ever listening.
And don't go dragging your name,
Through the mud and the rain,
When it dries I know some dust
that wants to get in your eyes.
Put a stethoscope on, You'll notice the beat is gone,
All that's left is hesitations from your previous life.
--- Need to shout, Architecture in Helsinki.
Monday, June 05, 2006
dancing in my head.
I. O. U. upcoming weeks.
+ t-shirt design for camp committee . + get better. + 2 camp meetings . + newsletter meeting. + Tao Nan Carnival . + le open house . + ...
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i've got myself a partner. looks promising. when everything comes a-rushing is when things will get crazy. be prepared please. and gear ...
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Close to madness So demanding, I can't breathe anymore I'll never be the same again Please forgive me, and forget me 'Cause it&...