O, L, D, E,
E, N, G,
L, I, S, H,
Eight hundred,
Now I feel a whole lot better about myself

You're charcoal filtered,
Sun yellow malt liquor,
You make my grey skies blue
I drink a day,
Lay as my liver's failing,
But I don't give a fuck,
Olde English I'm in love with you

Now I do as I please, and I lie through my teeth
Someone might get hurt, but it won't be me
Should probably feel cheap, but I just feel free
And a little bit empty

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Jeg begynner å få dreisen på å lære et nytt språk. Jeg hater alle. Jeg hater å være forbannet med likegyldighet. Jeg har gjort mye reising og lesing, jeg savner Allie mye. det visstnok kan være en intens jordskjelv på vestkysten i neste uke eller også. Jeg kan gå til Chicago.

I was, at first, as outraged as everybody else by the Pope's opening remarks, as soon as he landed in Edinborough, blaming atheists for the atrocities of Hitler and the others of the 20th century. But then I took comfort from it because it seemed to me that, in a way, it was showing that we have rattled them so much that he was forced to the ( Read more... )

I don’t have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It’s a depression. Everybody’s out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel’s worth, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there’s nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there’ ( Read more... )

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You honestly believe...you meant something to me?

I sell myself short, every time.