I've stared through bars for one year
I have chains between my legs when I walk
I'm the wrong man in the wrong place at the wrong time
There's no doubt, I'm ruled by fate
I was asked to take care of Rosalyn
At St. Peters Square one evening in Aberdeen
At one time it looked bright for the both of us
But the lamp ran out of kerosene
Cross your fingers and a cross around your neck
Fold your hands if you believe they have
More power than this waltz
Ask me again in 2 years
And you'll get a different answer
Because I said there were two men in this dance
But it depends on who saw
Revenge is sweet to those who wait
I know the names of those involved
Some of them have been informed
They are no longer my acquaintances
You see when lightning strikes
Get down on your knees, look towards the heaven and pray
No, I'm serious, look up Kaizers Orchestra. Holy shit. Cris, I hate you for turning me on to them. How the hell does a girl from Texas manage to turn me on to Norwegian music? (Oh, and Gogol Bordello. Gogol Bordello and Kaizers Orchestra are my current fixations)...
Anyway. Teen Arts at Middlesex County College was today. I submitted the "Lady Death & The Saint of War (Fräulein Tode und dar Heilige des Krieges)"...and uh...I guess it was appreciated? it was a weird critique. But I'll take it that they liked it, because they said they wanted to know more about it...? Oh, and they had a knitting class. I got some free bright green yarn and pink wood needles out of it. :3
Teen Arts = not as fun as last year. I scheduled my classes for Middlesex for the fall. English Comp, Algebra II, History of Western Civilization, Bio, and Italian. I still think I should have taken German. :/ Maybe I'll make attempts to learn a little on my own.
So I can piss off Essex. :3 - SUPPORT 9 VOLT ART AND BLISSFUL-MADNESS! [link]
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Charles Peace Photography
WOOT I LOVE ART!! Employ ME!
And thank you for the hat tip, even if there was no hat involved.
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"And what exactly are we looking for?"
"Oh...burning buildings, massive explosions, incinerated children...the odd doomsday device...you know. The apocalypse."
i adore your work, and if i were wearing a hat i would tip my hat to you, alas no hat but the gesture still remains.
enjoy your day.
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.:We shall cross that bridge when we come to it. One day at a time, keep on smiling kid:.
.:And if i lent my arms to you, would you hold me and embrace me or replace me?:.
i need to do a line up. it was for a $ 5 dollar bet , i feel cheep now
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if i were a poet, id surely know it by now
i am a one trick pony destined for hell
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"And what exactly are we looking for?"
"Oh...burning buildings, massive explosions, incinerated children...the odd doomsday device...you know. The apocalypse."
i was sleeping in art. . today
right before i saw you with heather and some kid gave me a wedgie
first and last time ever >.>
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if i were a poet, id surely know it by now
i am a one trick pony destined for hell
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if i were a poet, id surely know it by now
i am a one trick pony destined for hell
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"And what exactly are we looking for?"
"Oh...burning buildings, massive explosions, incinerated children...the odd doomsday device...you know. The apocalypse."
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if i were a poet, id surely know it by now
i am a one trick pony destined for hell
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"And what exactly are we looking for?"
"Oh...burning buildings, massive explosions, incinerated children...the odd doomsday device...you know. The apocalypse."
[link]
Download and listen. It's the most beautifully raw thing I've ever heard. <3
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"And what exactly are we looking for?"
"Oh...burning buildings, massive explosions, incinerated children...the odd doomsday device...you know. The apocalypse."
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[link] <-- Click it. I dare you
"We don't make mistakes, we only have happy accidents." -Bob Ross
MUAHAHAHAHAHA!
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"And what exactly are we looking for?"
"Oh...burning buildings, massive explosions, incinerated children...the odd doomsday device...you know. The apocalypse."
check my journal. //_^
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"And what exactly are we looking for?"
"Oh...burning buildings, massive explosions, incinerated children...the odd doomsday device...you know. The apocalypse."
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Nothing of me is original. I am the combined efforts of everybody I've ever known.
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"And what exactly are we looking for?"
"Oh...burning buildings, massive explosions, incinerated children...the odd doomsday device...you know. The apocalypse."
I thought about it...?
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"And what exactly are we looking for?"
"Oh...burning buildings, massive explosions, incinerated children...the odd doomsday device...you know. The apocalypse."
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