The lighting rod that couldn't pull the storm from me

Aug 10, 2005 23:01

I beg my slef in hard moments to be like the soldiers of war. If they can handle the cracking hand of war's stress, whats the small things like going to college and driving a car. I feel like I'm at war, All Of The Time: conversations, jobs, transportation, communities, everything is a war, but probably, online. War all the time, war all the time, ( Read more... )

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and he'll make war, oh war, of the person that you were.. anonymous August 11 2005, 16:18:41 UTC
and know all that has spoiled in your heart!

sorry dude, i had to throw that bright eyes war quote in.

that's right twacked soldier.. strap those fucking boots on your feet. spit that terbacky out your mouth. strap up that ak 47 and let's march in the name of glory. let's march down to 7 11 where magic is the only form of currency. where skittlez, drillz and perk are available to children of all ages. oh, what a glorious site.

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and he'll make war, oh war, of the person that you were.. the_emo_loser August 11 2005, 16:19:02 UTC
and know all that has spoiled in your heart!

sorry dude, i had to throw that bright eyes war quote in.

that's right twacked soldier.. strap those fucking boots on your feet. spit that terbacky out your mouth. strap up that ak 47 and let's march in the name of glory. let's march down to 7 11 where magic is the only form of currency. where skittlez, drillz and perk are available to children of all ages. oh, what a glorious site.

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