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I Just Can't Make Titles.Your blabber's more fun boozed up, baby Got that memo, that chick on "Heaven Hill" Got the idea, it stifles me, still You're tumblin' down, you took a spill Uh? Hahahaha . . . .I Just Can't Make Titles.
Pretentious pile of crap, shield your fear from the world You're safe, do that, Shield your love from the world Two extremes, nothing you won't experience in the end
My best days on those pills, idiocy I've been a liar, uh? Got myself down Wasn't smart, took my trip Staggering round, made ya flip
Reap the benefits of hiding out, be a skank I'll just continue on the
by ~Layneinahole
HahWe all claim a world where we lose ourselves You know? You got it?Hah
Nothing new here, life happens around me Your lives happen around me, too Locals, I'm spinning around Nothing new here, life's still happening Barging through where it's nothin new new total shit I don't know the reality of any of you It's all the same, only blind enough to be bored I had a simple idea on where we were
Resistance is futile. Mwahahahahahahahahaha
by ~Layneinahole
LALALANot real to feel it all Your lungs are constricting, tense got nothing to show for this Done for now, rightLALALA
Delivery's not all in honesty or heart Some ways to not want to be inside of yourself Got no history to hold in the heart Someone swaying, slipping away in yourself
Hopefully it's finished, over Slowly restricting it, having it dense brimming over, blow out with this Gotta be the end, tonight
It's so late, I outta be asleep I outta be asleep. I should sleep.
by ~Layneinahole
Mommy, Mommay, Momm-ayOut for whatever Where we shouldn't meet My side's splitting Dunno what it could meanMommy, Mommay, Momm-ay
Feel your eyes graze my skin What's happening? What's happened to me?
Beating wisely along your rhythm Thought it was all around Bitter, my thoughts I'd been crowned
Asshole. Hahahaha . . . .
by ~Layneinahole
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Divisionby ~Brockiepoo15
Hollow BodiesWe were sublime in being our individual selves, perfect in our own separate bodies. I imitated me being me being me so well that even my hair follicles couldn’t tell the difference. I tied the loose ends back with scraps of yarn, torn patches of my atomic matter that had strayed in the confusion.Hollow Bodies
the tap-tap-tapping a fingernail on porcelain tiles swirling in accusation spit of toothpaste in the sink
I love this loveless inhabitant; admire those scarred palms; live for the fall of hair over open eyes. These novels we write; the papers on which we scrawl everything but ‘I-love-you’s, fodder for the f
by ~esatw-vicky
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- Current Residence: Mississauga, Ontario
- Interests: Music, mostly
- Favourite movie: Don't know
- Favourite band or musician: Joy Division,, The Stooges, a lot more . . . .
- Favourite genre of music: Shitload, Punk and Rock, alternative, acoustic styles lalala
- Operating System: Maybe I should come back later.
- MP3 player of choice: Whatever plays music
- Favourite game: I like a lot of RPG's and Fighters.
- Favourite gaming platform: Don't know, probably the arcade itself.
- Favourite cartoon character: Don't know.
- Personal Quote: Can't remember. I had an answer for this, once.
- Tools of the Trade: Pen, pencel, paper, my floor, maybe a scanner some day . . . .
- MSN: Layne_in_a_hole@hotmail.com
- Yahoo: Layne_in_a_hole
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Keep it up!
Thanks for the fav, too!
I'll give your gallery a look when I have time. [=
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And what are angels
but ghosts in drag?
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I never realised the lengths I'd have to go
All the darkest corners of a sense I didn't know
Just for one moment, I heard somebody call
Looked beyond the day in hand, there's nothing there at all
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