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Busy Bee
Posted Sep 16, 2002
hooza booza bigga boo..
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Cover Me - the other side of my mood coin this evening
Posted Sep 6, 2002
Cover me, when I walk alone. Cover me, when my stance it stumbles home. Cover me, we'll trip on through the sands of time. And cover me, cause I've been branded. I've lost my mind, lost my mind. But you'll cover me, yeah. Give me shelter from the storm.
Over me, you fade into the night. Over me, you melt into the light.
Over me, you will fear the things I need. Over me, you will feel the hate I breed. You're under me. And you will question my authority.
You're under me, you will lose almost everything. You're under me.
You will feel the pain I bring you. You're under me, and you never change. You never change a f*cking thing. Not a f*cking thing!
But you'll cover me. Yeah, give me shelter from the storm. Cover me! Cover me! Don't you cover me! Cover me! Won't you cover me, cover me, give me shelter from the storm.
People push and shove on time, I give it to you. What I have is what is mine. I feel it for you. You've got to cover me, you've got to cover me. People take and people steal, I have it for you. What I have is what I fear. I fear it for you.
You've got to cover me. 'cause I've been branded a broken man,
broken man. But you'll cover me, yes, give me shelter from the storm..
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All-Star Ny-Ny
Posted Sep 6, 2002
Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me, I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed. She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb in the shape of an "L" on her forehead.
Well the years start coming and they don't stop coming, fed to the rules and I hit the ground running. Didn't make sense not to live for fun Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb. So much to do so much to see, so what's wrong with taking the back streets. You'll never know if you don't go, you'll never shine if you don't glow!
Hey now you're an All Star get your game on, go play!
Hey now you're a Rock Star get the show on get (laid)!
And all that glitters is gold!
Only shooting stars break the mold.
It's a cool place and they say it gets colder. You're bundled up now but wait 'til you get older, but the meteor men beg to differ, judging by the hole in the satellite picture.
The ice we skate is getting pretty thin, the waters getting warm so you might as well swim. My world's on fire how about yours?
That's the way I like it and I never get bored.
Somebody once asked could you spare some change for gas, I need to get myself away from this place. I said, 'yep, what a concept,
I could use a little fuel myself, and we could all use a little change.'
Well the years start coming and they don't stop coming, fed to the rules and I hit the ground running. Didn't make sense not to live for fun, your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb. So much to do, so much to see, so what's wrong with taking the back streets?
You'll never know if you don't go, you'll never shine if you don't glow!
Hey now you're an All Star get your game on, go play!
Hey now you're a Rock Star get the show on get (laid)!
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the mold...
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I'm that god...mark II
Posted Sep 3, 2002
I was driving tonight, listening to the classic rock station when Stairway to Heaven came on. In the midst of default sing-along mode I tried to pay attention to what was being said. "..with a word she can get what she came for." It's an odd thing to self-depracate consistently, yet wish to be someone with that sort of power. To have some quality worthy of worship. And yet..it's never as easy as that. I have been worshipped, but ah..not by someone to whom I could reciprocate. I should be ashamed to say such things. Ray's seeming unrequited love for me was the final inspiration behind his demise. What is love, and what is obsession? And why I do perceive the first to be superior, something I wish for so desperately? My cursory attempts at rationalism, at stoicism, at all those mindsets that make sense to me are blown over at the first glance I make at a worship-worthy man. And what is he? I know all too well that MY mindset leads to quickly into that purgatory of self-loathing and wanderlust if I ever actually taste of the person. I'm not too good for anybody, yet..and my genetic being is not so sacrosanct or worhty of perpetuating that I should consider myself above anybody, yet..why can't I be happy with just anybody? Why can't I be my own inspiration? Why do I have this need for a Moses, somebody to draw out the burning bushes of genius in my mind, to force me through abject despair of disappointing him to live all the divinity that is within me?
I don't think I ever really gave up my need for a God.
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Back a shoo
Posted Aug 30, 2002
(that's how me baby-boy sayd 'back to school'..an event he salivated for about as much as his mother did)
Yes! School is in session again..time for idyllic walks on campus, wonderful things to read, professors to fall in love with...ahh....I love college. The only reason I'm home at the moment is that me boy got sick already..I hope this isn't the beginning of a trend.
So yeah..I'm bored..I suppose I do have homework to do now. I feel like talking though. I have a killer UK long distance plan (well, comparatively anyway), and nobody to call! How lame is THAT? 
. So yeah, if you needy speaky with American, drop me a line.
So..yes, I'm thinking a 3 hours nap was hardly an adequate night's sleep. *downs coffee to combat the sleep stupid*
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