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[30 Nov 2008|06:45pm] |
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I won't stop following you, Now help me pray for the death of everything new. Then we'll fly farther 'Cause you're my girl and that's all right. If you sting me, I wont mind. We'll stop to rest on the moon and we'll make fire I'll steal a carcass for you Then feed off the virus 'Cause you're my girl and that's all right If you sting me, I wont mind 'Cause you're my girl and that's all right If you sting me I wont... Now now look at em, look at em now, look at em, sting.
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[29 Nov 2008|11:16pm] |
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apparently i fail at posting within ten days and end up getting removed but hey whatever. i do have a question for all of you however, what bands are you guys obsessed with right now? i need some new music!
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| weathertron assemble |
[28 Nov 2008|08:45pm] |
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Automaton bells rock well from death valley. shit, we all mingle in ditch mass grave for the kids clash with the combat rap set, A weathermen funk breath, The last rebels left? Slide off or get the digipack slashed in your neck. You're figitin' with 28 day simian. Yeah, dog, Him again. The bad touch destruct militant drum percussion lust diligent, The surface that gave birth to the style is NY. The jihad recipient sky is too fly. The roof of the witnessing spot was BK A cloud of asbestos - I guess it's d day. Now you want me to move and do how you say or look into my brain through this glass toupee. Fuck this, how 'bout I just smack you bitch? Save that 4th reich boogie for them plastic twits or the old women of fate stichin' the casket nits. I'll be drunk on the back of the train takin' a piss Bumpin' BDP through a raheem kit. With double d duracel destiny megamix like everything must go. You wanna get on some fly shit ? Get on some butterfly to the fire shit. Everything must go. I wanna sell you the dream, I wanna watch you come apart at the seams. Everything must go, You wanna get on some fly shit? Get on some butterfly to the fire shit. Everything must go. I wanna sell you a dream. Get over here and buy, you hoe. Excuse me, little child Why the devious smile? Well, I've become what I've forsaken and the irony's wild. Are you in charge of this outfit? Nah, not me, cousin I wrestle distinction from the chompers of a buzzard. Is my mommy in heaven? Well, she's definitely not here, now run away and go play with this hatchet and flaming spear. I'm tryna mix up this molotov then peel the fuck off I've got a windmill to tackle, son. Polish my gun off. My hot pink milimeter space heater duck down pulled out from the crevice of a triple fat duck down.
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![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) firstlook |
[28 Nov 2008|08:00pm] |
When the band’s wrapped up, done and dusted, how would you like to be remembered?
C: Like a donkey choking a waffle. Yes, like a donkey choking a waffle.
What? With its hooves?
O: It’s mushing it up the whole time. It thinks it’s choking it, but it’s just squashing it.
Where’s a waffle’s throat?
C: Who knows? But the donkey’s like, ‘Is that blood? Oh no, it’s syrup. Same thing…’.
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| also, i like spam |
[27 Nov 2008|12:22am] |
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i'm bored and yet we don't have a free day off until next week. anybody else bored?
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| pattz |
[26 Nov 2008|02:40am] |
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i have my jerk back
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| used to be ~lovato |
[25 Nov 2008|11:09pm] |
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comment to be added, i like new friends!
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| idk if youre talking about me but if you are LMAO |
[25 Nov 2008|07:18am] |
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I'm a Lexicon devil with a battered brain searching for a future the world's my aim so gimme gimme your hands gimme gimme your minds gimme gimme your hands gimme gimme your minds gimme gimme this gimme gimme that. I want toy tin soldiers that can push and shove I want gunboy rovers that will wreck this club. I'll build you up and level your heads. We'll run it my way cold men and politics dead...I'll get silver guns to drip old blood. let's get this established joke a shove we're gonna wreak havok on this rancid mill. I'm searchin' for somethin' even if I'm killed.
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| so pharel |
[24 Nov 2008|11:59pm] |
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since its late and im not awake enough to be cleaver, tell me your favorite ice cream flavor.
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| full of failure and oxymorons down below |
[24 Nov 2008|03:33pm] |
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Kings and sons of god, travel all the way to earth coming restless mile easing all of them, all of them for you. strange times are here. scratch you in the square meant so much when we first met people come from far and near bless them me, bless them everyone strange times are here. stay here to dry your tear I will be the one to pull you through the mirror before you come, before you come undone, strange times are here
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| whats up?? |
[23 Nov 2008|03:38pm] |
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BIG on the underground what’s the point of knocking me down? everybody knows I’m already good on the ground most of us stay strong shit don’t really bound us then I go on my own making bombs with rubber bands I have my hard down so I need a man for romance streets are making em hard so they selfish little roamers jumpin’ girl to girl make us meat like burgers when I get fat I’ll pop me out some leaders.
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| super deantendo |
[22 Nov 2008|10:11pm] |
Hey, I'm Dean. Some people say I'm a limey, but fuck them.
I'm surprised Joel hasn't killed me yet.
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[20 Nov 2008|07:38pm] |
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Sawing off the pavement repenting their past lives might I be the only pain that's left to be left behind? Clay and pygmy footsteps rusted, boil it clean. A bullet in linguistics that only we can breathe. Now, I got a prayer that'll make you theirs now beneath sepulchers raise your entrails as an offer. Now, I got a prayer that'll make you theirs now beneath sepulchers raise your entrails as an offer. Following with pitchforks In a cattle prodded theme signaling the sedative to emaciate the queen bowing in constriction any time you leave we've slipped ourselves in angels in catabata leaves. In my sign I was born to bring death at the footsteps of your home tonight I have sown all the hair and crooked nails that you all have worn while your white sense of hope I plant the vermin just who makes it so? How long must we fold our hands? Our guts are burning wheels again get a match that will make you thin. Come clean with the antidote after all we came undone a pair of sluts with hosts that fall. One day we will pay your debt our centipedes will pick the dead
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| kevtendo ds |
[20 Nov 2008|02:54am] |
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what's up? i'm kevin. what do you want for christmas?
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| kudz |
[19 Nov 2008|07:08pm] |
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sup
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| wipeout |
[19 Nov 2008|10:02pm] |
zac made this portrait of me :-)
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| we need some new shit! |
[18 Nov 2008|03:41pm] |
Behave, you know the rigamarole.
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