I've found a new love for Kid Cudi, Lady Gaga, and The Locust. I smell songwriting influences coming on...


Small Narration About ValuesSome backbeated melody beating off inside the fleshlight of your mind has come forward and told me to tell you that this swing you're attempting is awful. Pick it up a notch, you beatless fuck head. The dischord dismembers the body of lies that make up a single verse and flit through the fabric of voice like a herd of malevolant roaches, and now I have to stomp out this pesky war forest from my house, but burning it would just suffice. It's not like I have values as it is.Small Narration About Values


Kill Yr TelevisionWe buy your guns, we shoot your drugs, we lock your stocks and break your chains. We burn your flags, we cut your wrists and bleed you dry. We suck your dicks and we snort your blow and we bury the bodies inside your walls, we cover tracks with our shit and our cum and slake our lust through wrecking homes. We break your backs and we snap your necks and cut your lifelines at the vein. We hack your children, steal their youth, and bathe in infant innocence.Kill Yr Television
Anarchy in beauteous harmonious symphonic absolution in the eye of the beholder dressed in black. The anchors on the news are foaming at the mouth and staring at the world thr


ThroatFrom the back of my throat. I'll scream it from the tops of my lungs and you will hear it.Throat
A soft threat, a gentle warning to the motherfuckers wracked with solid suck of hollow hearts who cant feel how we feel. Songs now so empty... dischordant. Where's the beauty in remnants of a three bar chord torn from deep inside your skull, scratched and ragged? I'm not here, I'm inside your heads, and when my lungs air is done, these curtains will burn and a final scene will close as the mike short circuits and dies.
That's when my pulse will stop thumping, my eyes stop blinking, and this chorus cease singing.


Dark Side of the Man on WireWe're sorry, but at the moment all operators are serving other aspects of existence. Please hang up and try your call again later.Dark Side of the Man on Wire
The political spectrum of this godforsaken cubicle is lost in the buzzing microphone static cutting through the white noise, splicing an aching ear drum. It pays the bills... it sucks me dry.. it leaves no reason to bitch, but this dog hasn't yet chomped on the uterus of conformist bullshit yet.
I sound so rebellious and yet I post my prospects on the corporation walls, educating horses with rubber bits.
Bloodshot eyes are retina bullets down at pitted cheek and leaving red
Its greatly appreciated
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My website - Ankhs Paw
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I'll never let you forget your promise sir!
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Every new car you buy, it makes the poor baby jesus cry.
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you know i'm not really there....
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Chrystal: You have a laugh perfectly suited for evilness and villany.
Me: What? It's hearty laugh.
Chrystal: I totally thought that'd be the laugh of someone hiding in the closet waiting to stab someone else with a pointy coat hanger.
Call me! we needa jam, damn it XD
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VEGETARIANS TASTE BETTER
"You're asking me? You're the terrorist, I'm just a bartender."
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end...
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{[Sin]} - Because She Can.
Cuz I think I have seen you hanging out with my friend before... or something.
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NEW ACCOUNT=[link]
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OOH! THE CHARCOAL!
OOH! THE JELLYFISH JUICE!
OOH! EVEN THE GUM BASE!
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We scratch our eternal itch
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