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playing violin outside is hard because my dog foams at the mouth and my fingers freeze. and the wind blows my music away.
yup.
oh it fell again
"monkey"
a capo makes a good music clip.
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I'm all grins and dead skins
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Boredom and Greed
I'm feeling them both. A list of I "wants" probably tangoing with "will never gets", but here's what I got so far. I'll just keep editing this post until I forget about it.
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Sheeut
i cant fucking escape
im going to move
and tell no one
im going to read
and tell no one what
im going to listen
and tell no one what i hear
i meant it when i said
i will be free
but if i want to go downstairs
and eat toast
and 2:37 am
you will all be subjected to know
mhm.
go get your own toast
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Win.
Music by Graemecakes and Szn, with the help of Lea and some inspiration from Lenny
Ode to Salter...
By the time he gets to the next word, you don't remember what he just said
He takes such gaps between each word it escapes my head
He's the joke to the puns we say
Always reminding you to not freak in the hallway
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Harrison makes me LOL: part 231
[18:54] HiGhOnInHaLeRs: you know in the renaissance
[18:54] HiGhOnInHaLeRs: you know how it came about?
[18:55] HiGhOnInHaLeRs: yees noooooo maybee
[18:56] the excitotoxin: how the ren came about?
[18:56] the excitotoxin: wasnt it a reaction to the dark ages
[18:56] HiGhOnInHaLeRs: thats what they want you to think
[18:56] the excitotoxin: i see
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New LJ bio
I used to wear rainbows, but now I wear a smirk and yesterday's mascara, streaked on my cheekbones like war paint. I write slanderous songs and am wanted in four dimensions for practicing red magic and corporeal transcendence. I keep your future in a cheap cookie tin, my pornography in an F drive, and a Colt Trooper loaded for when they put me on ( Read more... ) -
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First off, WWIII much?
Nostradamus is smirking in his grave.
Wrote a song about Jacob:
Jacob Press wanted me to write him a song
I'll sing it to him all day long
When I wake up the morning
and remember my life's shit
I call up jacob
and i tell him whats wrongggg
he helps me stay strongggg
Jacob Press wanted me to write him a song
I'll sing it to him all day ( Read more... )
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