A little bit o' arrogance in here, but also, many words of wisdom: …a peaceful and loving revolution … my motehr carefull when she stabbed me with i coat hanger when i was still in the womb … its not the 60s … lets write abusive letters to a bakery … communist party ...…be the change you want to see- viva la vie boheme. i say go be a crazy mystic on a mountain somewhere and write poems and above all- eat yogurt. just my advice. have a nice day
sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, after jim davidson who happens to be a rats shrivelled foreskin with blonde hair
i dunno i never really thought about it, i suppose its because its easy although it should be updated now because of the back of wotsit packets.
no. 'cause it makes me feel as if i'm in the company of a complete idiot. I'd rather be around someone a lil' more groovy i suppose... like folk who mail threatening letters to bakeries... or something like that. it's okay to be a bit slow, but say no to idiocy.
my apologies... I'm easily confused, in regards to who's talking to whom... and many other regards for that matter... cheers
well that is one way of looking at it, but if you take the example of french pollynesia, you will find that your argumnt does not hold water.
Oh yeah see , that was in new-caledonia (Nouvelle-Caledonie) ... Yeah a minister of the canak governement was killed ... Am i right ?
I helped Shelly send out letters pertaining to the anti-gay camp in Tampa. To raise awareness and such. Thats a start I guess.... more than youve done
I write lotsa songs... and sometimes the ones that mean something can piss people off. At least I'm doing something... le rawr. My life echoes like toe pus Spinning round and round But it's just a tad bit too ancient For the modernistic society clowns Whoever heard of religiontific matter Self-multiplying in a petri dish And still all extremists hold in their religions Are a couple theories and a wish As the blister rises From skidding sidewalks and climbing stairs Nobody noticed the world got sucked out from underneath Without a sincle glance or glare Time will tell for all of us Wether we've got a knife in our backs or not But the matter that lies at hand Simmers in a boiling pot We are not the only creatures here Cuz that's not what life is about Sometimes when you need to be heard You've got to stand up and fucking shout. "Blister" ©2005 me.