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| Give a terrorist a megaphone,
Give his aggression vocal cords
Make his Image known
To burn out his followers
Dress him up as a politican
You could pay for a new set insecurities
with the newly earned money you recieved from selling yourself short
Thirty asprin later..
headache still present
and vomiting to keep it company
Cough louder, Cough louder, Cough louder, Cough Louder, Cough Louder
I sold my soul, you sold your savior, why do you recieve paradise, and me hell?
Now you know
If i knew being unique would get me here, I would have turned around a long time ago,
I could tell you everything around me that has gotten me to tis point in my life
but i can not tell you what i have done to get myself into tihis point
My god is a woman and my god is she a bitch
Sleeping through a nightmare
wishing for a dream
Seldom do I agree with myself
I wish I could claim the right to complain,
I wish I knew the things I ought to regret
I GIVE UP
I am sick as hell of being clever
Judge chewing on the end of his gavel
Commerical Christanity
Vending New ideals
Preacher,
You speak straightn into the megaphone
but your words are crooked and slanted
Lets hide ourselves beneath the pages of the prolouge
Anchorman,
bring me some good news
tell me gas prices are dropping
tell me the war is over
tell me jesus has returned
tell me he grants us heaven
tell me for the past decade has been a faint dream with no paritcular message to read
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| Theres the thoughtless
and the compassion
that leads me to believe
that i was just a shame
a personal unexpereience
that lead to me beilieve i was an idiot
of little maturity
No matter the amount of pages i rip
I can't hide the underlining cause
to all my problems
to all my actions
The little less than noticed plea
for you to not disregard
what exactly i meant to say
you just can't catch a hint
so i am taking despreate measures
I'll directly admit what you meant to me
if you dont gain the reason to leave
i wont lose the reason to believe
anything to far from what I imagine
or to close to what I hate to see happen
EVERYTHING I SAY HAS MEANING
From heaven to hell, its surely a far fall
so i'll take a book to read while I wait
keep up this sharade
I'll guess the role youre playing
no matter what
it will be so far from yourself
it wont be to hard to guess
Father
you can add me to your reseme
of child neglictoin
ncourgement
so you can surely say
The vomit staints on my t-shirt
the smell of liquor in my breath
the pleasure wounds on my arm
you help induce
Enjoy your failure son
Your far from favorite kid
Sincerely with no apoligies,
Your
low standards
put into practice
AN AT HOME HEAVEN WITH A FAR AWAY HELL
A SCREECH A CRASH SOME MELTED POLAR CAPS
ALL ACCIDENTS
A FAILURE TO BELIEVE
WE CAN DO ANYTHING
ABOUT ANYTHING
If i have to find jesus
doesnt that mean he's lost
dont blame him
i guess its easy even for a savior
to get lost in a crowd of all the others
People keep asking me what my plans are after high school?
If i told them my dreams would no longer be dreams but rather
an expectation i am afraid i cant reach.
GIVE ME SOMETHING MORE THAN JUST ANOTHER
TAKE AWAY SOMETHING LESS THAN JUST SOMEONE
Now you know.....the side effects of a placebo
I want the market to hit me with a couple new drugs
Well anyway.....kind of sad
I am a senior
the edge of dependcy is here
means i have to amount to something
means i have to get up to do something
means i have to finally do my only duty the world deserves from me
SCREAM AT IT
Till something changes
Till something is different
than it was the day before
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| FROM THE GREAT MINDS OF HERTZLER AND ZACH
COMES....
SOBERTHON
2006
Are you read to remeber everything you did last night?
comment if you dare
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| Strip the walls of any mercy left
Peel the floorboards from underneath they're feet
because this foreign home is out of code
We will build them a home
with crooked doors
with misleading stairs
on barely stable soil
we will leave them a house thats poorly built
in return we will pry their wells
from underneath their ground
Question of the Day
Can anyone try to figure out what the above is about.
There is a band that plays the music that is the soundtrack to my life....that band is modest mouse
people keep coming just to leave......
(everything I say or write, has some meaning to it)
Remember that
not for you own good, but mine
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| Every stroke of pencil or pen, gave hims some unsual
comfort or even an unexplainable understanding to who he was. To him a
twenty six letter alpahbet could be tethered together to form some
physicall shape to the intangable. The intanglable being himself. His
curosity wasn't in the world around him but rather his own
charasterics. Every jotted down thought was to him a record to what
kind of person he was, every page filled felt to him as if he was
smoothing out the wrinkles of his brain. He could finally give himself
some kind of physical trace of mind. Some kind of understanding most
teenagers yearn for, was discovered upon college rule paper. Notebook
after notebook was constantly being filled with ideas, doodles,
thoughts, anything imaginable. Calling any of the notebooks a
journal would never fit the describtion of what it actually was and
what it actually was, was an obession.
But before I continue the story, I must first say,
this teenager didn't want to acknowledge the fact that he had a name
for no particular reason. So for a fictional character's sake and to
keep this story true to the character he shall not be named.
To my knowledge,
was written across the small seventy page college rule notebook with
black permanenit marker, which left the notebook with a curiously
europhoric scent. He slowly opened it gripping his pen, having not the
slightest clue as to what he was going to attempt to write, but knowing
he would write something. And as expected he began to write.
Sometimes I feel
like the coat that a kid gets from his grandparents. The coat that he
wears just to show apperciation for the nearly dead. The coat that he
disliked becomes it has the most uncomfortable inner lining ever
created by anyone. The coat that most likely led some company to
bankruptcy or at least to somone losing there job. Then when the kid
loses his coat, he never bothers to look for it, he never checks the
lost in found in school, because he was glad he lost it. To him it was
a burden. Well KID!, the coat is unfortuantely in the lost and found,
because some other kid with not the slightest bit of good intentions
found the coat and didn't think it was worth the steal. So if you ever
want the coat back, you know where it is.
See the worst feeling is not being lost but rathering not being looked for.
(Fictional charaters are never completely fictional)
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