Rock onIf I get a scanner, I'll colour some in Photoshop and put it up.
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Ends FameYou never found what you wanted, You only fan until it gave.Ends Fame
Cracking under straining, Failing under pressure, Succumbing to end\'s fame.
You let him come, And take away. Steal from your joy, Watched him grow burnt with age.
Brimming with dreams, Under vine covered walls, You\'re selling yourself out, Denying you doubt.
And he\'s worn, Rusted,
Faded with age. His joints are creaking, And stuffings creeping out. And if you can withstand, Countless ends, Of worlds lost,
Ideas unfed, Go
by ~karmamonger
Give him his crutchDown by the dusky glow, Tossed between aluminum cans, And capitalistic woes, Lies the beggar.Give him his crutch
Once full of optimism, He went into the world, Hoping to change what he saw,
Was wrong with the society he saw a bore. Urine stenched, And scarred arms full of holes, Tell the truth, He’s been broke.
All hope dashed, He sheds his dreams through a worn out cap. Hoping that amongst the strained jaded clones, Who tread on dreams, And choke on reality TV shows, That you’ll stop, And fumble blindly, And throw him his crutch, &nb
by ~karmamonger
Rain down second versionBeside tv, stole my reflection. Twisting and thrusting, becoming wrongly convicted.Rain down second version
Feign death in dreams, to see what they think; Do you care? Do they feel? Am I still intrested?
And I\'m watching downcast skies, rain down like me, hiding away my issues,
and the lies I make truth. Hiding the guilt, swallowing your pills, I\'m denying my hopes, to become one with you.
And if you came to your own, and looked past the paved glamour, of being locked in futures you can\'t quite make out. Denying what\
by ~karmamonger
Rain down Version 1Bedside tv, Stole my reflection. Twisting and thrusting, becoming wrongly convicted.Rain down Version 1
Small hopes feign death, to keep me intrested, but the lagging guilt, it\'s pulling from the inside, leaving me short of breath.
And I\'m watching downcast skies, becoming like me, hiding from my issues, and the lies I make truth. I\'m denying my hopes, to become one with you.
Now the walls close in, and I slowly fade in, my lack of faith, disturbs those who sing, songs of a life so happy, they\'re sprinkled with guilt.
by ~karmamonger
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- Current Residence: the crack between the walls
- Interests: Guitar, Writing, Drawing, Frisbee
- Favourite movie: Spirted Away, Requiem for a Dream
- Favourite band or musician: The Smashing Pumpkins, Radiohead
- Favourite game: Jet Set Radio
- Favourite gaming platform: Nintendo GameCube
- Website: http://www.livejournal.com/users/karmamonger
- MSN: karma_monger@hotmail
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the eyes are supposed to be slightly visable under the drain
whee
BAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA HAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! (evil)
what?!
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KUDOS, BUDDY!
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What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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i don't agree with you though. i like "blink" just where it is
it's sort of a harsh wake-up thing. i guess..
anyways, seeya, thanks for taking the time
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