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Fyfetallica	posted on 04-16-2001 @ 9:15 AM
Psychopath Registered: Aug. 00	PJ for today grievance Have a drink they're buying. Bottom of bottle of denial. Big eye, big eye watching me. Have to wonder what it sees. Sin. Progress laced with ramifications. Freedom's big punch. Oh. Pull the innocent from a crowd. Raise those sticks them bring them down. If they fail to obey. Ah, if they fail to obey. Yeah yeah. For every tool they lend us a loss of independence. I pledge my grievance to the flag. Cause you don't give blood then take it back again. Oh we're all deserving something more. Progress. Taste it. Invest it all. Champagne breakfast for everyone. Everyone. Break the innocent when they're proud. Raise those stakes then bring them down. If they fail to obey. Yeah, ha, if they fail to obey. Pledge your grievance to the flag. Cause, don't give blood then take it back again. Oh, we're all deserving something more. Have a, have a drink, drink. Have a, have a drink, drink. I want to breathe part of the scene. I want to taste everyone I see. I want to run when I'm up high. I want to run to the sea. I want life to be. I just want to be. I will feel alive as long as I am free. A man lies in his bed in a room with no door He waits, hoping for a presence, something, anything to enter After spending half his life searching He still felt as blank as the ceiling at which he stared He is alive, but feels absolutely nothing, so is he? :)Official UN-Official Newbie father to radio-star and Claire:)
Rone	posted on 04-16-2001 @ 12:15 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	my contribution for today, keeping with the new album... I've used hammers made out of wood. I have played games with pieces and rules. I undeciphered tricks at the bar. But now you're gone. I haven't figured out why. I've come up with riddles and jokes about war. I figured out numbers and what they're for. I've understood feelings and I've understood words but how could you be taken away? And wherever you've gone and wherever we might go. It don't seem fair. Today just disappeared. Your lights reflected now. Reflected from afar. We were but stones. Your light made us stars. With heavy breath awakened regrets. Back pages and days alone that could have been spent together but we were miles apart. Every inch between us becomes light years now. No time to be void or save up on life. Oh, you got to spend it all. And wherever you've gone and wherever we might go. It don't seem fair. You seam to like it here. Your lights reflected now. Reflected from afar. We were but stones. Your light made us stars. And wherever you've gone and wherever we might go. It don't seem fair. Today just disappeared. Your lights reflected now. Reflected from afar. We were by stones. Your light made us stars. E-Mail Me
Mi1o Yambag	posted on 04-16-2001 @ 6:23 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00	...Another from Binaural Thin Air There's a light, when my baby's in my arms, There's a light, when the window shades are drawn, Hesitate, when I feel I may do harm to her, Watch it all, cause this feeling we can share. And I know she's reached my heart, in thin air. Byzantine is reflected in our pond, There's a cloud, but the water remains calm, Reaching in, the suns fingers clutch the dawn to pass, Even out, it's a precious thing to bear. And I know she's reached my heart, in thin air, Yes I know she's reached my heart, in thin air. It's not in my past to presume, Love can keep on moving in both directions. How to be happy and true, Is the quest we're taking on together, Taking on, on, on, on, Taking on, on, on, on, on, on. There's a light, when my baby's in my arms, And I know she's reached my heart in thin air, And I know she's reached my heart in thin air, Yes I know she's reached my heart in thin air, Yes I know she's reached my heart. Smoke Weed Everyday My adopted junior yambag is Ants in My Pants This message was edited by Mi1o Yambag on 4-16-01 @ 6:31 PM
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 04-16-2001 @ 7:32 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00	Don't feel like home...he's a little out. And all these words elope...it's nothing like your poem. Putting in, inputting in...don't feel like methadone. A scratching voice, all alone...is nothing like your baritone. It's nothing as it seems. The little that he needs...it's home. The little that he sees is nothing. He concedes...it's home. One uninvited chromosome...a blanket like the ozone. It's nothing as it seems. All that he needs...it's home. The little that he frees is nothing, he believes... Saving up a sunny day...something maybe two-tone. Anything of his own...a chip off the cornerstone. Who's kidding? Rainy day...a one way ticket headstone. Occupations overthrown...a whisper through a megaphone... It's nothing as it seems. The little that he needs...it's home. The little that he sees is nothing. He concedes...it's home. And all that he frees...a little bittersweet...it's home. It's nothing as it seems. The little that you see...it's home. This Red X is Here To Annoy the Eff Out Of Facey Go Ahead, Give Me A Reason To Free Up Server Space! Write To Me Here Yea,I Do Believe Anger Is Offset By Sorrow, What You Destroy Today, You Might Regret Tomorrow
Claire	posted on 04-16-2001 @ 7:45 PM
Psychopath Registered: Feb. 01	It's the Needle and the Spoon and a trip....to the Moon.. gonna take you away............ I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!!!!!!!!(said Ozzy, and me...) unofficial adoptee of Fyfetallica. Official sick person

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