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Back from the depths...



Had an amazing time with the family over the long weekend. I havenest seen some of them for like seven years and it was weird... which ones were cool which ones turned into fucking tools and whom do I collect the bets from on that?

I'm a a cynical bastard but the truth is Im not close to my family at all and I more associate with kmy anuts and uncles more than their stupid STUPID children.

Hanging out with zombies sucks ass. Hanging out with mindless whiny zombies who do nothing but play their fucking Gameboy Advances all day long when its 30 degrees out and they're staying a 20 minute walk from the FUCKING ocean they never get to see is even worse.

Grrrg.

But the aunts and uncles are cool as all hell.

And one of my cousins can play the guitar like Hendrix. Not shitting you... hes channeling the man himself.

Anyways.. enough of this family blathering...

Good to be back.

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This lyric is for Kelland...

She chose the soft centre
And took it to bed with her mother
And the ideal confusion
Was just an illusion
To gain further news of her brother

And the comfort of mother
Was just an appeal for protection
For the cat from next door
Was found later at four
In surgical dissection

And I don't want to be
The son of any freak
Who for a chocolate centre
Can take you off the street

For soon they'll plough the desert
And God knows where I'll be
Collecting submarine numbers
On the main street of the sea

The Vicar is thicker
And I just can't see through to him
For his cardinal sings
A collection of hymns
And a collection of coins is made after

And who wrote the Bible
Was it Judas or Pilate
Well one cleans his hands
While the other one hangs
But still I continue to stand

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