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She's GoneYou flaunt your importance like a fat peacockShe's Gone
Flapping your feathers like a french whore You are about as subtle as an alarm clock And I wish to be a part of the flock no more
It is as annoying as flies on a rainy day inside Your feathers are protruding into my eyesight
No longer do I see that place where I did confide I only find this jealousy and spite
I wonder if you can see how little you mean To this world where you really do not matter A feeling of disgust slips into my unseen I do not feel sorry but I would rather
It is easier for me to sit a
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Where To StartI haven't closed my eyes in 4 days Maybe I should paint my ceiling Just to watch it dryWhere To Start
Every day I say tomorrow I will rise But every time I check my clock It tells me today is still today
I have a list to "To"s Where I never get to the "Do" Getting started on that list is right at the top And let me tell you It's eating up all my time
I want to save the world Clean my clothes Remember how to talk to God Enjoy the game I bought 2 years ago
I can't see any other way Than the path that takes your eyelids So let's ge
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- Current Residence: Alabama, US
- Interests: Writing, Painting, My Keyboard, My Trumpet, Photography, Guitar, Anything outdoors, Picking brains
- Favourite movie: Into The Wild, Frailty, The Departed
- Favourite band or musician: I must admit, I'm somewhat of a Nirvana-head
- Favourite genre of music: Something with words, or not. Something with music, or not.
- Favourite artist: Paul Cézanne
- Favourite poet or writer: Oscar Wilde, Jack Prelutsky, William Butler Yeats
- Favourite style of art: Horror and Macabre
- Operating System: One that operates accurately always, sometimes.
- Favourite game: Final Fantasy
- Favourite gaming platform: PS2
- Favourite cartoon character: Stewie Griffin
- Tools of the Trade: Anything I haven't misplaced.
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*is now reading your poetry*
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Suck on my brain.
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