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av8er OA.com's taint with wings. The only person to have a 20 double post	posted on 01-08-2002 @ 11:27 AM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00	Wither Away Is it all just a shape, a twist of fate, that leaves me open Will it all fade away, from my life, and leave me broken It's all just game - as you left me here to wallow It's all been a fake - and it's hard to swallow And I wither away and die ...Tomorrow's just another day to cry I wither away and die...Clip my wings...without you I can't fly What if life were a dream - Would you be there waiting for me Suicide in a sleep - I'd rather die and have you miss me And it all went away - The pain of watching you deny me I've fallen again.....Inside And I wither away and die...Tomorrow's just another day to cry I wither away and die...Clip my wings...without you I can't fly I can't get away from myself......(so far) I can't get enough of your love......(I can't escape) And I wither away and die...Tomorrow's just another day to cry I wither away and die...Clip my wings...without you I can't fly Av8er Radio [ AIM  ] [ ICQ ] [ E-Mail ] Two faced! I feel you crawling under my skin.Sickened by your face.By the way, to think that your so fucking kind? You ain't! Hard to find how I feel, especially when your smothering me. Hard to find how I feel, please someone help me! I knew when an angel whispered into my ear, You gotta get him away. Hey little bitch! Be glad you finally walked away or you may have not lived another day. Hard to find how I feel, especially when your smothering me. Hard to find how I feel, please someone help me. Hard to find how I feel, controlling me every step of the way. Hard to find how I feel, you greedy little baby!!
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 01-08-2002 @ 12:55 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00	Serial Killer Here we are alone now, just you and me Down the halls we waltz, your end is in my dreams I wanna be like him, he had a dreadful life I wanna learn to shoot, I want to use a knife I like the smell of fear that makes you paralyzed I am the boy next door who put that fear in your eyes I hope you can leave all this for yourself I'll be your slave and then dig your grave While we're makin' love, I dream revolver They say I'm crazy, falling apart Do you like the way I murdered your heart I'm smart and cagey, I come in the night If you let me in, you'll give up your life He like to roll in the mud, up to his chin Now I open my head and let his voodoo in I rode those sissy bars all the way to hell Sweet mother justice, I've heard it all There's nothing left to tell I hope you didn't need all this for yourself And the man with the star says he knows you are But I just keep singin' la dee dee dah They say I'm crazy, falling apart Do you like the way I murdered your heart I'm smart and cagey, I come in the night If you let me in, you'll give up your life Boom, boom, bang, bang screams in the dark If you let him in, he'll murder your heart Boom, boom, bang, bang screams in the dark If you let him in, he'll murder your heart He's not the man you see at home He's someone else inside His life's no longer his own He's someone else inside Creepin' up when you're alone And now he stands inside He wants to take you to hell But for him it's heaven Sorry to say but you're not the only one You're not the lonely one that turned my light on While I'll turned yours on, on, on... 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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