12.13.2005
I will swallow poison, until I grow immune. I will scream my lungs out, till it fills this room.... Indifference - Pearl Jam
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Oh Pussy Pussy. On Guard!
"It's been a bad month in September,
October scared the hell out of me.
I get lonely in November,
December's where I wanna be..."
- A.D.
"This is a sad fuckin' song
We'll be lucky if I don't bust out crying
How does it feel?
Your night light, your curling iron
Lit up by the sweat of others,
For many's the day
But not from November to May
The floor is littered
With woodchips and apple cores
And hulls (holes?) of acorns
There is a chattering sound
Because they were squirrels; real squirrels.
(And there were thousands)
This isn't some kind of metaphor,
Goddamn, this is real"
-Shellac
Whoo-ee!
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~ chad >
~ chad >Oh Pussy Pussy. On Guard!
"It's been a bad month in September,
October scared the hell out of me.
I get lonely in November,
December's where I wanna be..."
- A.D.
< / Lee >
Lee >"This is a sad fuckin' song
We'll be lucky if I don't bust out crying
How does it feel?
Your night light, your curling iron
Lit up by the sweat of others,
For many's the day
But not from November to May
The floor is littered
With woodchips and apple cores
And hulls (holes?) of acorns
There is a chattering sound
Because they were squirrels; real squirrels.
(And there were thousands)
This isn't some kind of metaphor,
Goddamn, this is real"
-Shellac
Whoo-ee!
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