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heyladiladi STONER ON THE SNUKA CBH ROTISSERIE	posted on 01-04-2002 @ 8:55 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: May. 01	No More Drama So tired, tired of these drama No more, no more I wanna be free I'm so tired, so tired Broken heart again Another lesson learn Better know your friends Or else you will get burn Gotta count on me Cause I can guarantee That I'll be fine No more pain (no more pain) No more pain (no more pain) No drama (no more drama in my life) Noone's gonna make me hurt again What a player fool Go through ups and downs Nowhere and all the time You wouldn't be around Or maybe I like the stress Cause I was young and restless But there was long ago I don't wanna cry no more No more pain (no more pain) No more game (no more game messin with my mind) No drama (no more drama in my life) Nooone's gonna make me hurt again No more tears (no more tears, I'm tired of cryin everynight) No more fears (no more fears, I really don't wanna cry) No drama (no more drama in my life) I don't ever wanna hurt again Wanna speak my mind, wanna speak my mind Uh, it feel so good When you let go Avoid these drama in your life Now you're free from all the pain Free from all the game Free from all the stress So bye your happiness I don't know Only God knows where the story is For me, but I know where the story begins It's up to us to choose Whatever we win or loose And I choose to win No more pain (no more pain) No more game (tired of your playin' game with my mind) No drama (no more drama in my life) No more, no more, No more, no more No more tears (no more tears, no more cryin every night) No more fears (no more waking be up in the morning) No drama, no more in my life No more drama, no more drama No more drama, no more drama NO MORE DRAMA NO MORE DRAMA NO MORE DRAMA NO MORE DRAMA NO MORE DRAMA No more drama in my life So tired, tired of these drama I want a girl that smells the coffee ... I want a girl who spills the wine ... I want a girl with mangled hair and words that never quite define ... I want a girl with a short skirt and a looooooooong ... jacket
SLASH Pompous, Arrogant, Enigmatic, Bitter, Quirky, Misanthrope with a Weird Sense of Humor and an Iron Clad Memory while flooding the board with my Stream of Consciousness UFC STRIKE 3 (I'm a dick and I like to ruin people's plans)	posted on 01-04-2002 @ 10:42 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00	No More Mister Nice Guy I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing Until they got a hold of me I opened doors for little old ladies I helped the blind to see I got no friends 'cause they read the papers They can't be seen with me and I'm getting shot down And I'm feeling mean No more Mister Nice Guy No more Mister Clean No more Mister Nice Guy They say he's sick , he's obscene I got no friends 'cause they read the papers They can't be seen with me and I'm getting shot down And I'm feeling mean My dog bit me on leg today My cat clawled my eye My mom's been thrown out of society circle My dad's had to hide I went to church incognito When everybody rose, the Reserved Smith He recognized me Punched me in the nose AIM: SmarterChild Write To Me Here I think it all started with the Declaration of Independence -- the idea that we had the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. That pursuit is what took America from the revolution to the computer age in 200 years. But the progress has come at a price. The obvious being the people that were exploited to make it possible; the not so obvious being us, the first group of people that were given no obvious frontiers to conquer. We hear stories that about the good old days that don't seem to apply anymore. It's a generation gap that leaves us without role models. But the bright side is that without role models, there are no roles. Maybe that's what the 60s were all about -- getting rid of the roles. But what do we replace them with? Without any guidance, what do we replace them with? Without any guidance, the choices become overwhelming. Sometimes it just makes everything feel hopeless. So we destroy our bodies in the search of an ideal. Try to salvage relationships that don't work. We feel we must do something, instead of doing something that we feel. It is the prison of self-imposed momentum, and the sad part is that we get used to it. It reminds me of a song I heard the other day. It's called "The Going Nowhere Fast." But the people I have met here have shown me another side of Nowhere. They've pointed out the beautiful irony that stagnation makes it easy to stop and smell the roses, if we just let it. What would we be if we had nothing to rebel against? Well we could finally be ourselves, the first group of people who stopped looking for the answers long enough to appreciate the questions. And all we have to do is to make our own Declaration of Independence. We can embrace the right to life and liberty by simply realizing that happiness exists -- not to pursue, but to accept. After that the only challenge would be to make sure with the rest of our lives that we weren't just another fad. I don't know, it's an idea. What do you think?

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