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| This is actually relevant now...........minus the drinking
i have to block out thoughts of you so i don’t lose my head they crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed dropping little reels of tape to remind me that i’m alone playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home there's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain an ounce of peace is all i want for you. will you never call again? and will you never say that you love me just to put it in my face? and will you never try to reach me? it is i that wanted space
hate me today hate me tomorrow hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you
i’m sober now for 3 whole months it’s one accomplishment that you helped me with the one thing that always tore us apart is the one thing i won’t touch again in a sick way i want to thank you for holding my head up late at night while i was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight you never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicidal hate you made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take so i’ll drive so fucking far away that i never cross your mind and do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind
hate me today hate me tomorrow hate me for all the things i didn’t do for you
hate me in ways yeah ways hard to swallow hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you
and with a sad heart i say bye to you and wave kicking shadows on the street for every mistake that i had made and like a baby boy i never was a man until i saw your blue eyes crying and i held your face in my hand and then i fell down yelling “make it go away!” just make a smile come back and shine just like it used to be and then she whispered “how can you do this to me?”
hate me today hate me tomorrow hate me for all the things i didn’t do for you
hate me in ways yeah ways hard to swallow hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you
She was so right. _Dust | | |
| Muscle carTake the quiz: What stereotypical car do you you drive?
 Muscle Car You like good old fashioned pavement shreading horsepower. Wings, Stickers and flashy lights do nothing for you. Its all about the power. Sure, looks are nice, but who cares, all they will be seeing is your tail lights anyway. You want a car that is going to be agressive and mean. While you may not feel the need to show it all the time, you want the confidence of being able to light up the tires and leave everyone else in the smoke. You are a strong minded person with a lot of self control. You dont need to be the center of attention all the time, but can drw it at the drop of a clutch.
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| A day in the life I hate stress... every day it's something else, and it just compounds. I want to scream, I want to get away. But apparently now I cant. I can't go on a road trip this summer because I "have to save for college." WTF, I'm an 18 year old kid and I'm feeling like I have a family and kids. I have to work (the parents think i need 4 jobs, I already have 2-3) , I have to take kids to softball and band, I have to pay for my own shit, college, car, etc... why do I have all these responsibilities? I really don't want them. I didn't have kids, but i'm responsible for watching them, making sure they eat, and taking them places.(sisters) I'm not a parent, but I have to be financially responsible for my food, car, gas, college, etc. I have to work, so fun has to be worked around that... that's some shitty priorities. "Dustin, we think you ought to learn financial responsibility, so you should pay for your car, your gas, and anything you want to do." Ok, so now that I've proven myself responsible, why must I continue? Seriously though, life could be so fun if we would just let it. My parents have good jobs, they can work 40+ hours a week making over minimum wage. Why can't they pay for my stuff- after all, they had me. You shouldn't have to revolve your life around work, especially with min. wage jobs. Anyway, I'm out- I hate complaining. _Dust | | |
| The new car... 95 Cadillac Sedan DeVille


"Straight-up Cadillac Pimpin'" Color- 'Purple Pearl'
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| "Counting 5-4-3-2-1"
5-4-3-2-1 Lets start a fire. We'll burn this town from inside out. Till no ones left alive. And you can’t feel the rhythm of your steps when you hit the street. The city seems so far away from here, when you're counting every step.
5-4-3-2 what are you waiting for? The train is catching up, keep on running don’t look back. Cause it's 10-9-8-7 everybody's coming to burn this city, burn this city down tonight. Leave it all behind.
All his life he lived in this same house. Same white fence surrounding him, he swore he would get out. But he can't cause his foot got caught in between the rails. And all his friends were up ahead They can’t hear him yelling, yelling for some help. And it’s much too late to call the doctor now. This town is full of sympathies; we’re drowning in it all.
5-4-3-2 What are you waiting for? The train is catching up, keep on running don’t look back. Cause it's 10-9-8-7 everybody's coming to burn this city, burn this city down tonight. Leave it all behind.
Is that the sound of the gate coming down? No flashing lights, no warning? When we press our ears to the ground we feel the shake. But it's under the skin, so we wilt like violets. Can’t get up, to put the petals in their place.
5-4-3-2 What are you waiting for? Burn this city, burn this city tonight. | | |
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