Six feet under and hockey 
I am alone hereWith my own confessions and guilt.
Are we ever really alone like we want to be?
How many times in your life were you left alone when it counted?
I am here.But not here like I want to be, but than again who is?
How can I change anything above or below me? How can I change the fundamental me?
Where is...
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Are we ever really alone like we want to be?
How many times in your life were you left alone when it counted?
I am here.But not here like I want to be, but than again who is?
How can I change anything above or below me? How can I change the fundamental me?
Where is...
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chiquita:
i hear ya in your big questions.
i struggle similarly, too. trying to converge upon myself.
change is hard. self-change the hardest. but i am determined...
i struggle similarly, too. trying to converge upon myself.
change is hard. self-change the hardest. but i am determined...
temptess:
Never alone the way I want to be
ever alone when it has counted
I reach out and my hand is seared for my effort
the change lies only within you
in that core where heat builds and then parishes
if not stoked properly
and your soul's savior doth live
in all the fantasies you can muster
allowing it to remain
immortal
ever alone when it has counted
I reach out and my hand is seared for my effort
the change lies only within you
in that core where heat builds and then parishes
if not stoked properly
and your soul's savior doth live
in all the fantasies you can muster
allowing it to remain
immortal
MORE........MORE...........LESS
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brookelynne:
soon....
incest:
i'm still vinyless.
Just scored ticks to the hockey game tonight...Seventh row behind the penalty box.....Starts drinking with zest! whoo-hoo....oh yeah, landed a great new job today as well! The kid is on fire for such a cold Denver day 
When I say, My bed shall comfert me,
my couch shall ease my complaint; Then though scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions; So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life. from the book of JOB
You gotta love some of the shit in the bible...I bought a box set of pocket books from grove press...Great little set..Nick Cave...
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my couch shall ease my complaint; Then though scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions; So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life. from the book of JOB
You gotta love some of the shit in the bible...I bought a box set of pocket books from grove press...Great little set..Nick Cave...
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....What a leaving Las Vegas kinda day....Just watching the sun fall against the strained, fractured, images I see through the high ball glass. Ella sings songs in a mello mood.....the needle scratches the surface and I dream away another day.....Wake me when its over...
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kinnie:
I actually DID think about buying some to make homemade soy whipped cream once... but when people buy three packs (each pack has 24 cartridges)... then I get suspicious 
brookelynne:
you know, if I were awake during the day I might say the same thing, right now I am watching the sunrise and preparing for bed.
my life patterns have become more and more irregular-i'm hoping to lose my mind and write good poetry.....
*leans over shuffles through her records...
puts on chet baker's moon love*
have a good morning-the sunrise is beautiful here right now and dripping with maple syrup-a day is not wasted by listening to jazz, a day is had
a day is had my friend.
my life patterns have become more and more irregular-i'm hoping to lose my mind and write good poetry.....
*leans over shuffles through her records...
puts on chet baker's moon love*
have a good morning-the sunrise is beautiful here right now and dripping with maple syrup-a day is not wasted by listening to jazz, a day is had
a day is had my friend.
My parents always told me heavy metal was dangerous.....I used to shrug, and turn away....Lets us take a moment of silence for those crushed and burned under the rock and roll excess of possibly the worst band from the 80's......once bitten...twice shy....once bitten twice shy.....I wonder if the hairspray was the real culprit......
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brookelynne:
stops .,,,ponders.....responds...definitely the hairspray
kopper:
my parents thought metal was dangerous after geraldo told them.. if i was a metal-god, i would wear flame retardent chaps.
Steh auf Berlin....U-haft muzak...Draussen ist feindlich...Jet'm....Kollaps....Vorm Krieg...Hirnsage...Negativ Nein...Schiess euch ins Blut.......I am happy to hum your songs, but will not support you ever again.............................Smile, dear--the game is over-caught.....
incest:
now i throw my head back & think of the phoenix from the flame.
playin' solitaire til dawn with a deck of 51..smokin' cigarettes & watchin' kaptain kangeroo...
playin' solitaire til dawn with a deck of 51..smokin' cigarettes & watchin' kaptain kangeroo...
kopper:
that would be some noisy humming. or maybe just the hum of a jackhammer.
In the last year of his life, he was nothing more than insolent....A solid diet of milk-no solids, no fibers, nothing but milk.....He awaited the last great mystery like a kitten in the house of the human.........
incest:
jack the bear?
incest:
i have to chase we just whisper screaming skinless you couldn't reach the stars shout love & sweetness follows sounds..for two....i am milk..
le monde, une trajectoire, nous, n'importe quoi ca vaut dire.
ultraman:
porquoi?
Blah.....................
incest:
it's very simple.
dollface:
you're my biggest fan!
and you have to be a total ass to offend me.
or be a guy making kissy noises from a car while i am waiting for a bus in the freezing cold. that makes me wanna kick some major ass.
and you have to be a total ass to offend me.
or be a guy making kissy noises from a car while i am waiting for a bus in the freezing cold. that makes me wanna kick some major ass.
...........Another day in the fun factory...Just got home...reeling from my teams bitter loss, point or no point...and working on diffrent mixes for my mixed tape swap...All day I have looked, and cooked for GAP romance types....The only people in love I like today....are the really old ones...nothing better than an old, loud, half-drunk couple holding hands and slagging your cooking...I can not wait to be...
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kopper:
i don't want to be a dirty old man... i'm just starting to settle into grumpy old bastard.
cheech:
Jack the Ripper/king Hercules/professor of def on the seven seas...
Hey, I was just wondering about what I was saying on the tape-swap thread. I figured I'd ask you upfront, here; is it fair to send more tapes if I send some money to cover postage, or is that being pushy? I wish to teach the children about 60s garage rock and The Fall (although they might think that they blow). Don't wanna be pushy, though...
Hey, I was just wondering about what I was saying on the tape-swap thread. I figured I'd ask you upfront, here; is it fair to send more tapes if I send some money to cover postage, or is that being pushy? I wish to teach the children about 60s garage rock and The Fall (although they might think that they blow). Don't wanna be pushy, though...
on a brighter note, these mix tapes are coming together nicely.. time consuming in a good way.