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September 15, 2003
Nightmare ex suburbia
Ever kind of just look around yourself and say "Gosh, I hate my life"?
Every morning you wake only because the nightmares in your sleep are even worse than the nightmare that is your life?
Ever realize that everything around you could burn to the ground and you'd say, "Okay, good deal, time to move on?"
This is when you realize your house is built on a foundation of pure BITTER.
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September 9, 2003
Little dancer
Hold me closer tiny dancer,
Count the headlights on the highway.
Everything dies alone,
You won't get too lonely,
The BITTER waits on the otherside.
-Strange
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Ol' Ben
Tiny little razors raining down,
The ground all stained red,
Blood of innocents runs in the gutters,
Cleanse the streets of filth,
Wipe their hands clean with good
Ol' Ben; In god we trust.
-Strange
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Crystal
Place the BITTER in a pot
Boil it down
Cut it with gasoline
Lace it with methanphedamines
Feed it to Wallstreet-White-Collars
Feed it to Beautiful People
Feed it to Status Quo Teens
Watch as their eyes roll and their hearts explode as the full weight of the BITTER crushes their insides
-Strange
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King of Kings
Cast him out for he loves you more than all else.
He would not bow to the whim of humanity for he held you in the highest.
Command all to love you best, but then to love others more, Catch 22.
Force him to live amongst those whom you found better for all eternity.
The only true one and this is his reward, nice guys really do finish last.
God is a spitful bitch.
God is an ice queen.
God is the BITTER ex-girlfriend.
Fuck off.
-Strange
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Eye of the Hurricane
I am the Center, I am the Hurricane, I am the Rain, Wind, Hail, Thunder, Lightning, Fire.
The BITTER is the ground I stand upon, the Wrath I inflict, the Seed I sow.
Stand before this Storm and you shall be cut down like frail weeds in fallow ground.
Burn.
-Strange
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September 4, 2003
A Little Nudge
Give me a reason, I'll give your neck a grin
You want rampage, I'll show you real havoc
Raise the white flag, this thing don't give up
Like power, step between us
Water to wine, cheep trick compared to this
Think that's a heart pounding in your chest, just exit wounds
Bend me to the breaking point, I'll snap your back
Finish me now, it's your last chance
Go ahead, hide in the shadows, you won't be coming back
My gentle malice is as unrelenting as the flow of time
Stop this, go ahead and try.
-molten BITTER flows through my veins-
-lights up my eyes-
-feel my rage-
-Strange
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