

Oh I miss the LoraxGive me freedom of speech,Oh I miss the Lorax
I've been clinging my jeans, been grinding my teeth They are barred, and I'll admit that I'm scared but I'm not.
Once you rip the pieces apart you can let it all rot.
I worked real hard, but sometimes it'll bend. Sometimes it just bends and it breaks. We've all got our very own world to save, and I've been wasting my words on this tree. When I Talk I don't know what i mean.
All's I've got is a dream and a pocket of change, Not the most suitable supplies when there's a world to save. But we take what we give and we give what we ta


GOLD.One of the Three Gs.GOLD.
Somewhere out there, there must be a parallel dimension whose economy is based solely on the change we loose in the couch.
I guess throughout the times that Ive spend wondering Ive lost a small fortune by accident. There are always the minor calculations to help us see if we break even or if the end justifies the means. Example one.
An hour of my life does not equal two gallons of gasoline.
Quantitatively: ((7.50 x 1)-Unks Cut ≠ 4.27 x 2)
(Unks Cut stands for uncle Sam's take of your dough.)


All your fault.Another Narrative.All your fault.
There are thirteen unlucky steps that my grandmother used to count as she ascended the stairs to her room, with each step loosing a little more of herself to the dreadful disease. I was younger when this happened, I remember her counting one through thirteen, always thickening the time lapse as she ascended towards her room that was inconveniently placed in the upper floor of our home. I know little of her nature, I know little of her past, even still years after she has passed on. I do know that she forgot just about everything. Called her only son that man and my brot
But thank you so much
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"...I wouldnt necessarily consider a gap in logic within the mind of a psychotic serial killer a plot hole. Thats like critiquing the grammar of someone who writes on the walls in an insane asylum."
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