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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.
So quoth scott at 15:43 UTC
BITTER traces
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BITTER pills
I thought a life doused generously with BITTER would burn quite nicely. And you would even admit the flames are beautiful if you were strong enough to drop the damn match and get on with it.
Posted by: Anonymous at September 29, 2003 7:55 PM
Since you went away, everything is looking great... I'm a little bored. When I see you out, maybe walking in the street, you always cross the road.
Listen, honey - there is nothing you can say to offend me. Listen, honey - there is nothing you can say to offend me anymore. You don't send me anymore.
Our little scene is getting smaller by the day, it's a human zoo. But the key is change, getting over all your problems - you're not a fool.
Listen, honey, there is nothing you can say to surprise me. Listen, honey - there is nothing you can say to offend me, 'cause you don't send me.
Every sound is tame, every group would be the same, it would drive you mad... whatever happened to the sounds that left you on the floor laughing, crying, jumping and singing?
Listen honey, there is nothing you can say to astound me. Listen, honey... there is nothing you can say to offend me anymore. You don't send me anymore. You don't send me anymore.
Posted by: You don't send me at October 12, 2003 2:22 PM
Hey, baby, got a light?
Posted by: swansong at November 28, 2003 2:12 AM
"And when all is said and done, if you have burned all of the bridges around you, then you stand on an island, forever alone. Didn't you know that the wood was dry, that the spark was there? Were you blind to the world around you? Or did you want to destroy all that you saw in a futile displacement of your thanatos? Well, now it is done. And so are you."
Posted by: Anonymous at January 12, 2004 5:33 PM