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*shoots xanga in head and watches it die*
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| updating Xanga is getting to be a chore again...
hm.
wrote a cool little ditty this evening. neo-classical.
Bored.
grunt
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| Spring break soon. Good. Good. And not so good in other ways. But overall, good.
Good.
hmmm, I'm learning some classic metal songs, like 'Invaders' 'Master of
Puppets' 'Hangar 18' and this little mini song by In Flames called
'Timeless'. That one is JJ and my duet for the variety show.
EDIT: We changed our minds, we're writing that mother. That makes us infinitely cooler.
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| I hear the baying of the hounds in the distance...
Sundays are so boring.
Why are Sundays so boring?
They always are.
I feel like pouring
My brain out
Because it's so boring
thank you thank you
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| Got a cell phone today, pretty sweet. Can't call anyone yet, it isn't
activated... and I need to get some sweet ringtones for it. And figure
out how to get that gay turn on/off hip hop beat off of my phone. It's
being defiled.
Yep. Must sally forth and knock Ainslie's terms out of the way, seeing as they're due tomorrow...
EDIT: I wrote a depressing little ditty about the apocalypse called
Equal Now. I guess the title could be subject to change, it's not
really fitting.
I can feel the rain
Burning like hot tears
The fire is coming
Eating all my fears
Wind tears at my soul
Evil faces churn in the fire
Demons seek to take me
And cast me onto the pyre
Blazing chariots of fire
Deliver to punishment all
We’re all equal now
Heeding God’s call
Earth screams as she burns
Chariots whirl through the skies
Rivers flow like fire
It’s every man’s turn to die
As we hide our faces
The sky rolls back like a curtain
The Revelation is now
Death is nothing but certain
Blazing chariots of fire
Deliver punishment to all
We’re all equal now
Heeding God’s call
“And in the last days,
The Dead shall walk the earth…”
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