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I don't want to fight
Every single night
Everything I want is in your eyes
You and me go back
To places I don't know to care
The spoils of all I got were left for scraps
Don't let me say this
But you're no worse than me
It's crazy
We are the real
If real ever was
And just because
We are the real
They feel we have enough
We are the real
'Cause someone gave us up
I want to be there when you're happy
I want to love you when you're sad
Can't stand the morning rain?
Get out I'll take your place then
Can't stand the blazing sun?
Then close your eyes you'll see
The angel dust
I don't want to be
Anything believed
A million watts of sound can't compare
Come along you'll see the world
The pulse ripples, the crowd unfurls
The current starts to flow and then you're on
Oh it's white hot soul they want
To sing for
We are the real
If real ever was
And just because
We are the ruin
Of every living soul
We are surreal
Cause someone gave us up
Don't break the oath
I want to love you when you're happy
Don't break this oath
I want to be there when you're sad
Freeze-frame the pouring rain
We are the real
As real as any ghost
So easy now
We are the real
In every living soul
Oh don't they know?
Can't stand the blazing sun?
Can't stand the morning rain?
Oh get out I'll take your place again
I don't want to be alone
I don't want to be alone
I don't want to be alone at all
If it's a white hot soul they want
Then a black heart they'll get | | |
| Don't take my melodies to heart. They are for me, and this is for you.
Things have been pretty good lately.
We broke up, but that was for the best. Seriously. This time it won't
be back together in three days either. I just want to see how she
relates it all back to her friends. How awful will I become? I can tell
by the pixels and I've done a few dramas in my time.
I love my job. Its actually pretty fun. There is really only one
coworker I dislike, and making fun of this person still provides mega
lulz.
Trying to patch things up with loose ends I've left over time. It seems
to be the most fruitful thing I've done in a very long time. I really
cut some awesome people out of my life.
I'm going to get Pearl the day it is released.
My rants are all the same thing. Just a different view of the same elephant.
Go read I Am Legend by Richard Matheson. Excellent book (and yes I used that word right).
So we were playing this game where we take pictures of our room, and
then have complete strangers tell us about ourselves based on what they
see. As I was taking the picture of my room, I realized just how much
it said about me. And I love the things it said. Of course, they got
almost all of it. Smart kids.
I was looking through my old yearbook, and well... I shat bricks.
Somebody has a little brother they didn't tell me about. I never made
the connection until just now, but yeah... rofl. The two of you are
just alike, apart from appearance. Except, your little brother is
annoying, and you... well you're you. I'll tell you later. Or maybe
I'll show you.
Call it a hunch, but I can see the future. Its not hard when everyone is made of glass.
All of the conditions have been cleared. I will proceed as planned... if you know what I mean. Its Orange.
~Perhaps You Could Help Me Demonstrate How Your Center Can Keep Up Its Sickening Spin~
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| The things you fight against are always the things most true. In a last
desperate attempt to change the truth, one can become quite creative.
It is all of these truths that build up our wholes, and all of these
creative possibilities that we struggle with to alter them. In the end,
those who know, knew from the start, and those who find out, will never
truely understand.
Can you feel the storm before it arrives?
Options... decisions... consequences... two of the three almost always fall short.
Atrophy... it rules us. The sweet embrace of twillight becoming.
All of the good parts about you were given birth through me.
We do it for our friends. We do it for our people. We do it for our
ideals. We do it for our imaginations. We do it for our cure. But most
importantly, we do it for the lulz.
It is style, whether you accept it or not. Its presence is known,
albeit ignored. Cast away because it is not normal, it is not always
fun, but it is real. Very real. In this world of cruel realities, it is
in fact the only thing that feels real at all.
Your mind is a blade of grass. It will never bloom like the flower, nor
grow tall like the tree. It will be uprooted and consumed by the very
weeds it tries so desperately to support.
The worst part is how you try so hard. But you still fail, because
you've forgotten the few things that always hold true, no matter what.
The things that never let you down, but you ignore anyway. You distrust
not because you should, but because they tell you you should. Two and
two makes five.
Let it rain. The fire burns too intensely to be quelled, but a few
embers against the inferno... thats not hard to choose. Maybe you'll
find solace in the smoke. I never could. But I never found solace in
much of anything. Don't try to keep up, it would be uncharacteristic of
you.
I only seek to express myself as best I can. I am inadequate. I am imperfect, and incomplete. I am not enough.
You are the common cold of humanity.
~Goodbye To Sleep, I Think This Staying Up Is Exactly What I Need~
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| hmmm. as good a time for an update as any.
To catch you up.
We've broken up and gotten back together too many times for me to keep
counting now. We're together though. Off and on for about 20 months.
I'm playing Pokemon again. And let me tell you, the new pokemon are all terrible. gb2/150.
My mind is rotting in regular classes. Study? lol... homework? LOL.
yeah right. I feel dumber, simply by being around half of these people.
But enough of me being an elitist bastard. LOL jk. Jews did WTC.
Its sad how much today's kids disrespect one another. Self-esteem is
killing our youth. People generally feel too good about themselves.
Where is the emotional trauma fairy? She is obviously not doing her job.
Maybe I'm just bitter, but wow. "I was crying all morning because my
dad said he wouldn't take me to Cancun this spring break." Become an
hero.
I really dislike the way most people interact with others. Especially
at our age. We care too much about what others think of us. How we are
perceived by others plays too large a role in what we do. Attention
starved little kids want everyone to look at them. They'll do whatever
it takes. So what is the best way to fix the problem? Exploit it? or
deny it? I think I'll exploit, it feeds my own sadistic desires more
accurately. I've stopped caring if what I do is the right thing
anymore... well, not true, but I can still act as though it is. I hate
vanity.
Its all for nothing anyway.
Sometimes looking both ways keeps you from ever crossing the street. Chaotic Neutral shift.
~Is It In You Now? To Watch The Things You Gave Your Life To Broken~
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| And the stars fall without reason, without meaning, without a destination.
Let them fall.
Shades of light and dark. The keeper of the twillight.
But what does it mean, if it doesn't bring you what you've sought.
A lapse in judgement
Miscommunication
Failure. Fear.
Feel the tormented soul. Feel the consuming force that feeds the prism.
Darkness has always seen the light, and on occasion felt it. But
darkness will always be darkness. It is either darkness or it is no
more.
The shadows that spawn from our darkest fears appear without our
knowledge. It is only after they have enforced their will that we
realize their presence. By then, it is too late for many. In fact it is
often the fear that brings itself to life. The fact that you are afraid
to be alone will drive you to extract your existence from others.
But why... why is this agony still here. WHY WONT IT GO AWAY...
Do you hate yourself? What are you running from? or to?
What is it that you seek? What defines you? What proves your existence?
Perhaps its the fact that you wander so much. Its not your fault. Maybe
destiny wants it to be this way. But will you leave it to the hands of
some alternate power that may or may not exist? Will you forge your own
destiny? Do you have the strength? The tools? Circumstance may have
other plans for you.
Give me the fire. I'll burn it down. I swear.
I already know. I just didn't want to believe it.
And if you died, a part of me would smile. But another part of me would die with you. I can't escape that.
Yes, I am mortal. She couldn't feel what I wrote.
~You're The Right Kind Of Sinner, To Release My Inner Fantasy~
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