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favorite line from an sy song
"why should i run when i cannot hide, and my flag is burnin?" from chapel hill.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CcRs1fv8i3I this is a link to a video which clearly records an explosion at the wtc. |
"her brother says she's just a bitch with a golden chain"
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"There's something shiftin' in the distance, don't know what it is"
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and every line in master dik
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'I won't hurt you
As much as you hurt meee' |
Currently:
" there's a new girl in your life long red wavy hair green green lips and purple eyes skinny hips and big brown breasts hanging on your wall one end slit the other's ripped support the power of women use the power of man support the flower of women use the word fuck the word is love" but it switches about every week |
'i totalled another amp, i'm calling in sick' has been fave for a while.
i need to start using the word 'totalled' more to describe things that are totalled. cool, now I did. |
I dreamt that you're my vacation
Woke to find desire and dislocation You're always heavy in rotation Coming on, flirting with the nation |
"I wanted to know the exact demensions of hell. Does this sound simple? Fuck you. Are you for sale? Does fuck you sound simple enough?"
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She keeps coming closer
Saying "I can feel it in my bones - Schizophrenia is taking me home" |
i can't get laid because everyone is dead
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i took a look into the hate/ it made me feel very up-to-dare
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I don't mind if you sing a different song
Sing a different song Just as long as we sing, as we sing Sing along It's later than it seems |
"It's later than it seems" is the best part of that song.. posbbly even the album. just the wa it's said.
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"Take my hand, you might as well. We're goin' straight to hell!"
- Brother James |
I put my feet deep in the tracks that you made
walked behind you off into the wood ‘We’ll know where when we get there’ you said And we both knew we would |
"small flowers crack concrete
narcotic squads sweep thru poet dens spilling coffee grabbing 15 yr old runaway girls by frazzled ponytailed hair + tossing them into backseats of cop cars the narcs beat the bearded oracles replacing tantric love with complete violence" "death poems for the living gods of america plastic saxophones bleat, bleed for nothing, nada cops crashing thru doors infuriated by silver charms of suburban smoke" - Small Flowers Crack Concrete Amazing! |
Teenage riot in a public station
Gonna fight and tear it up in a hypernation For you |
all of streamxsonic subway
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Ditto |
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