|
|
Thelivingundead
"We are oft to blame in this, Tis too much proved, That with devotions visage, And pious action we do sugar on the devil himself" - Hamlet
[View Updates]
[ View Image Gallery (5 pics) ]
Profile: Theres not much, I'm short, I have long brown hair. I live like I want to because I want to. I don't put up with shit, and I will call you out your mistakes. If you don't like curse words, don't read my page. I see them simply as extentions of my emotions, nothing more nothing less.Words have no power until people give them power and thats the basis for witchcraft, so don't do that. I'm a rabid insomniac, so if I look tired, its because I am. I have good grammar, so expect to be corrected if you misspell something. Relationships are the leading cause of unhappiness, they cause false feelings that always come to an end in some tragic explosion of emotions. If I don't like you, you'll know. I don't sleep because I'm paranoid, and I'm paranoid because I don't sleep. Hows that for a bitch? Well that about wraps it up. Life's a bitch, then you die. Get the fuck over it.Likes: Fire, chemical explosions, a challenge, complicated women, you if you make it interesting, girls who are bitches, and redheads.Dislikes: You if your boring, pressurized explosions, people who cant hold a conversation, gay men who hide it, straight men uncomfortable with their sexuality, and corruption.Favorite Music: Why do they always send the poor? My God is of Bible blood with pointed ears Victorious, victorious steel Can your spending kneel? Marching forward hypocritic And hypnotic computers You depend on our protection Yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth La la la la la la la la la la Everybody is going to the party Have a real good time Dancing in the desert Blowing up the sunshine Kneeling roses Disappearing into Moses' dry mouth Breaking into Fort Knox Stealing our intentions Every city, gripped in oil Crying freedom! Handed to obsoletion Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth la la la la la la la la la la Everybody is going to the party Have a real good time Dancing in the desert Blowing up the sunshine Everybody is going to the party Have a real good time Dancing in the desert Blowing up the sunshine Blast off, it's party time And we all live in a fascist nation Blast off, it's party time And where the fuck are you? Where the fuck are you? Where the fuck are you? Why don't presidents fight the war? Why do they always send the poor? Why don't presidents fight the war? Why do they always send the poor? Why do they always send the poor? Why do they always send the poor? Why do they always send the poor? Kneeling roses Disappearing into Moses' dry mouth Breaking into Fort Knox Stealing our intentions Every city, gripped in oil Crying freedom! Handed to a obsoletion Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth la la la la la la la la la la Everybody is going to the party Have a real good time Dancing in the desert Blowing up the sunshine Everybody is going to the party Have a real good time Dancing in the desert Blowing up the sun Where the fuck are you? Where the fuck are you? Why don't presidents fight the war? Why do they always send the poor? Why don't presidents fight the war? Why do they always send the poor? Why do they always send the poor? Why do they always send the poor? Why do they always send the poor? Why do they always send the poor? Why do they always send the poor? They always send the poor! They always send the poor!Homepage: http://www.myspace.com/squirrelfuzzyminions Link 1: http://www.myspace.com/squirrelfuzzyminions
|
