Is this what we wanted?
how could we know for sure
Now that its gone....
We know that we want more
add in a crunchy riff and some tasty summer day melodies and its a hit


Wondering I fear life might be real, sometimes.Wondering by ~Corosed
I have this completely paranoid delusion that one day i am going to wake up and find out this is all real. That this really isn't some substance induced trance, that i am forced to watch. To watch everyday, through some one elses eyes. Always in the third person, never really my self... A quote comes to mind " Theres some one in my head but its not me ".
Maybe i am being completely irrational, but i am so scared i am going to just snap out of this. And find something that makes it worth while to breath.
In my never ending quest for the unknown, i experience many things. None of which i ever seem to


Vision I love the wayVision by ~Corosed
The past's betrayed
Within her
Thinly veiled eyes
The paths we walk
Are often sought
With less need
Than have we of
The desire wrought
Of too many days in the sun
For a single shadowy spot
To rest our heads
If only a little while
For the sun will rise again


Asadha prettyAsadha by ~Corosed
and
plastic
A little to
Brittle for my taste
With one face you let me see
what I know,
Is not what we are meant to be
This is not what we were meant to see
Under the guise of
Vengence for a
thousand fallen sons
We are set to march
Upon
The setting of the sun
Looking for the glory won
In passed ages
Staring through,
Looking At
All these empty pages
We see
that we have come to be
pretty
and
plastic
Your just a little to spastic
Your a little to
Brittle for my taste
Staring through,
Looking At
All these empty pages
We see
that we have come to be
Much to
pretty, pretty, pretty&n
Write something you slacker.
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team fishing hats and sandals cannot function without it's co-president and supreme ruler.
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Ask a ninja: If a ninja could be food, what food would it be?
Ninja: A cream puff. A very deadly cream puff.
coffee must do soon....rawr
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>>take time to reflect on the past, for it will only brighten your future//...
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a horse, what a beautiful creature
with great love to all,
julianne
Where did you go?