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i just threw up in my mouth alittle

wwdis — Wed, 01 Apr 2009 19:14:35 +0000

this is just so wrong on so many levels. that this quote pretty much sums it up with an eloquence i was too disgusted to summon:

that Killers cover of Bright Eyes is like serving a Turd Sandwich w/ cold Bland-Sauce — hungryghoast

click if you dare

the closest i have felt to being high while not on drugs

wwdis — Sat, 21 Mar 2009 22:18:11 +0000

old elements never felt fresh

wwdis — Sat, 28 Feb 2009 02:49:17 +0000

an old piece from 2006

element-1

unfinished statement

wwdis — Thu, 19 Feb 2009 21:41:30 +0000

boredom

an unfinished sketch of a happy go lucky highway journey or not.

lyrical start

wwdis — Thu, 19 Feb 2009 21:03:45 +0000

there’s nothing left to do
except spread my ashes around
all that’s left to do
is spread our ashes around

i could not be the shiny silver mirror for you
reflecting back that perfect image of you
i’ve got tarnish, streaks and cracks of my own
i’m on my way, i’ve got to visit this place alone

there’s nothing left to do
except spread my ashes around
all that’s left to do
is spread our ashes around

i’m like that bus crash that you passed in Peru
smoking, wreckage, there’s no help coming for you
a lost sister, fallen down through the cracks
a sucker punch, a stutter step, left you to the rags

i burnt myself to a cinder
block building in a city far right of the line
of my emotional unavailability it sucks us down
pushes back peddle talking over what i just said
don’t quote me on that tide flow
marina trench mouth from the oily phrases that you spewed
nothing left but headshot and i pwnd you

there’s nothing left to do
except spread my ashes around
all that’s left to do
is spread our ashes around