Other arms reach out to me
Other eyes smile tenderly
Still in peaceful dreams I see
The road leads back to you
Oh Georgia,
No peace, no peace I find
Just an old, sweet song
Keeps Georgia on my mind

After realizing that pretty much everyone I've ever known is a selfish dishonest fucker, I've finally decided what direction I'm going to take in life.  At, or around 1:00 am on August 13th, I slowly, and deliberately killed my last shred of innocence, and abandoned my concepts of right and wrong once and for all.  I've realized that anyone who ( Read more... )

The blue pill opens your eyes
Is there a better way?
A new religion prescribed
To those without the faith
A hero holding a knife
And blood is not enough
Is it too late to go back?
Is it too late to go?

 Somehow I got spinal meningitis.
Injecting all that hairspray in my spine.
Its a super cheap way to party.
If you aim to kill some braincells and some time.

And Daisy died while yet a child,
As fragile blossoms perish,
When winter winds are harsh and wild,
With none to shield and cherish

Losing a feeling
That I couldn't give away
Countin' and breathin'
Disappearin' in the fade

 Release the doves and slaughter the fattened pig!!  
The store house has been replenished and smoke fills the air!

Well I dont go to church on sunday, dont get on my knees to pray
dont memorize the books of the bible, I got my own special way
I know jesus loves me, maybe just a little bit more

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Medication for us all
It's a new way
We're gonna take it 'cause we love it
Don't you know?  

Oh yea, it's so fucking on.  I like to think of California as the wonderful, stinky nether-regions of this country, and I'm starting to get used to the idea of calling it home.  I'm incredibly tempted to stay awake all night, even if it is just a bit of Vicoden and THC driving me, but in all likelihood I won't...   I think the last time I actually ( Read more... )

Fucking craziness... right after I start listening to Mr. Bungle again I find out that they appearantly got started in the same town in California which I'll be moving to fairly soon.

Your lips say one thing
But the drugs they say another
How can I massage
This inter-galactic ulcer?

Goodbye sober day

The years grew wings and flew away

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