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2006 30 September :: 2.05am
It is mother freaking lyricpalooza
Aeon
There is something
in your eyes
flowing them over
stealing all the harmony
which lives in me
your hands are covering my tears
oh, why
There's a sort
of inner dance
trying to seduce me
feeling this anomaly
which takes me
Your touch
You're here
Your heart
Smell the Pretty Flowers
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shinoakurei
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2006 30 September :: 1.53am
It is mother freaking lyricpalooza
Gone Forever
I lived all these years, Lost in a hollow shell
Darkness clouds the corners of my mind
Will I ever see the truth?
Will he ever reveal himself?
Will I be gone forever?
Will I disappear?
Mirrors all around
Destroy me, reflections move
Through the darkness
Yet I stand still in fear and suffering
Fear is the only end
I lived
Smell the Pretty Flowers
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2006 30 September :: 1.51am
It is mother freaking lyricpalooza
Fixxxer
Dolls of voodoo all stuck with pins
One for each of us and our sins
So you lay us in a line
Push your pins they make us humble
Only you can tell in time
If we fall or mearly stumble
But tell me
Can you heal what father's done?
Or fix this hole in mother's son?
Can you heal the broken worlds within?
Can you strip away so we may start again?
Tell me
Can you heal what father's done?
Or cut this rope and let us run?
Just when all seems fine
And I'm pain free
You jab another pin
Jab another pin in me
Mirror, mirror upon the wall
Break the spell or become the doll
See you sharpening the pins
So the holes will remind us
We're just the toys in the hands of another
And in time, the needles turn from shine to rust
But tell me
Can you heal what father's done?
Or fix this hole in mother's son?
Can you heal the broken worlds within?
Can you strip away so we may start again?
Tell me
Can you heal what father's done?
Or cut this rope and let us run?
Just when all seems fine
And I'm pain free
You jab another pin
Jab another pin in me
Jab it
Here come the pins
Blood for face
Sweat for dirt
Three X's for the stone
To break this curse
A ritual's due
I believe I'm not alone
Shell of shotgun
Pint of gin
Numb us up to shield the pins
Renew our faith
Which way we can
To fall in love with life again
To fall in love with life again
To fall in love with life again
To fall in love
To fall in love
To fall in love with life again
So tell me
Can you heal what father's done?
Or fix this hole in mother's son?
Can you heal the broken worlds within?
Can you strip away so we may start again?
Tell me
Can you heal what father's done?
Or cut this rope and let us run?
Just when all seems fine
And I'm pain free
You jab another pin
Jab another pin in me
No more pins in me
No more, no more pins in me
No more, no more pins in me
No more, no more, no more
No, no, no
Smell the Pretty Flowers
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shinoakurei
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2006 1 August :: 9.27pm
:: Mood: okay
:: Music: Rob Zombie- Return of The Phantom Stranger
Woo! My Life is a running at the moment.
So wow, alot has happened since the last update...imagine that, seems to be what happens when you update less than once a month no? Well I'll try to update this one, its just hard to write alot sometimes. See I come home, I write my shoot promo's for my myspace profile for our wrestling group, I write the management notices, and then I write legit stuff about me. Then theres website creation which takes forever....and I mean FOREVER. Then some mornings Im like, I really should update woohu, Im just tired and I sleep.
So in other news, I recently hurt my back, and I had to be on muscle relaxers and an anti-inflamitory which made me really tired, but I was all better by saturday. So I spent all of saturday almost outside in the heat writing and taping and thinking and wrestling till it got dark, and damn was I cold by the end of the night.
So really thats all the fun stuff, been working alot, going to go camping this weekend, should be fun, lets hope so.
Well night night or good morning folks.
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2006 20 July :: 7.36am
Heres an update for you.
Im looking an another wonderful weekend of overtime, which means no going out with the guys on friday. I got a girlfriend whos wither pissed at me or lvoes me and any given moment, it serves to throw me off. As if I was good at this balance thing...Anywho, my paychecks are nice, but I could do without the government and old and sick people taking a hundred and something out of it every week. Greedy old sick bastards.
As it stands we'll be working overtime every weekend from now till likely september if we can't get some new employees that actually make it more than two days. You would think that we were running around in a combat zone, on top of an active volcano, backwards with how hard people claim the work is. Two words, It's not. I've been there almost two months and I can do 10 to 12 hours of production in 8 hours. I made production the second night I was there. Give me a break they act like its hard or something.
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