Whiskey and Women.

The whiskey is still in the bottle
Ohhh the women are still in their clothes
we gotta get 'em both out.

Alliteration from hell on this one folks, i can hardly read it the alliteration is so heavy, let alone even try to speak it out loud. Hard to work in word play on this one so i had to toss in a word that didnt start with "F", adds a nice ring to it though ( Read more... )

The bitter irony bit her.
Sickened hymn suffered unto him.

Irony owns my life.

"Love what you have while you have it, nothing lasts forever. This next one is called 'Before they take it from us...'" -Steve talking to the audience.

Right the fuck on man..

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Insinuate the apple.
In sin you ate the apple.

  Eve

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Stumbling about in the live journal settings i checked my memories. this is what i got, much like my own brain i believe ( Read more... )

so there is a flower pulsing like a heart beat as my icon.
Im writing about my "heart" (what the fuck is that thing) Sappy sad/happy.... haha, someone ought to beat the emo out of me.

I need a soap box that stands two miles high and three miles wide along with a voice the size of Mount Everest. After my spiel i would spread the suds through the oceans and the mist of breeze, cleaning society's filthiest chains ( Read more... )