

No title just yetI found my way so easily But when I reached the end, well there was nothing there for me but Wasted time and aching sidesNo title just yet
Looked back at all the miles I'd come I told myself that's got to count for something, but it Seemed so far From where I wanted to be So where do I want to be
Somewhere...
I walked the trail laid out for me No troubles, nothing that I couldn't talk my way through Advice and understanding at every turn
Happiness was always just ahead To be savored when you're filthy rich, or when you're fucking dead What would I do &nbs


Pigeon Food DanceShape you like a lump of clay Stimulus response obey Flap your pretty pigeon wingsPigeon Food Dance
You'll get lots of shiny things
Someday you'll see the truth you are too free, my friend So hop into your cage
Where you'll be happy till the end
Round the clock Skinner box On your way get your pay Push the buttons for the man Let me see you dance
Flap flap hop around
Bend over and peck the ground See the pellet in the tray
Stimulus response obey
(then possibly like chanting "obey obey obey obey" a lot...depends on who our singer ends


out of timeIt wasn't fair of me To ask you to leap These chasms of beliefout of time
But what can I do Your feet have left the ground I cannot call you down
(chorus) And if I told you Not to swallow all the lies For some greater purpose Don't ask why It's too late to consciously decide You have chosen now you're out of time
When did you become so damn eager to please You compromise your needs
Look at you
You disgust me I can't deal with this mess But still I can't confess I can't come clean
Do


SnowThe first few flakes of snow drift down on the unsuspectingSnow
in their spaghetti straps and flip-flops. At a fair in town, a righteous Christian surrounded by pamphlets reassures children that their God loves them, games and candy a valiant distraction
from the bloodred skies and the acrid smell reminiscent of anything but heaven. And still it snows. Retreat to the solace of your rooms let the recirculated air clear your stinging eyes and protesting lungs. There are no snowmen, no sleds, no running around trying to cat
*SPLAT!* You've been hit by a snowball!! This is the beginning of the 2003 - 2004 deviantart snowball fight!!! Choose lots of your friends.... and hit them with some snowballs!! (to do that, just copy paste this message to their account) The only rule is, you can't hit me back!! Bwah ha ha ha ha!!! Good luck, and try not to get hit!!
This fight started by ~nakira on December 5th
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"smoke crack live long"
or so they say.
p.s. i miss you like a fat kid misses cake, and thats a lot!!
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"smoke crack live long"
or so they say.
welcome to deviantart dude!!!
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"smoke crack live long"
or so they say.
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