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Thursday, July 23, 2009

Today

All I want is to see blood... Doing 180 on the freeway ready to die, i'm taking mother fuckers with me, straight to hell test me, try me 4 in the are 1 for my loved ones the 4 that will ride 2 for my brothers the ones with which Ive cried 3 for every door slam society throws at us and 4 for your life cause I'll end it watching snuff.

2 comments:

  1. I will tell you one thing - there ain't a god damn thing that's fake about you...
    I read what you write and I feel it - most importantly, your writing accomplishes what a lot of writing does not - it's engaging. It makes me think of my own hard times, how I felt then. How I hated. How I still hate things about that time in my life. The chord that you strike is real and raw and it's no bullshit. Kudos, for being a real mofo. ;)

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  2. Dude, You need to check out this band called Atmosphere...wicked lyrics. Smart lyrics.

    "Naked in the bathtub,
    sittin' on the porcelain
    waiting for that little hurricane
    to pull your torso in
    And the water don't run
    just drips like rain
    still drips like a painkiller
    Drips to the veins
    Fill it up
    with a bag
    of that happy stuff
    Cause the way she runs out,
    You can tell
    She ain't had enough-
    Good times Goddess; My goodness
    Goth finger nail polish, auto-pilot footprints"
    "Shoulda Known"

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