| Stick this in your pipe and enjoy the cool crisp blend of Mt. Dew and Marlboro Smooths. | |||
| 05:46pm 03/12/2008 | |||
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Twas the 3rd of December And for 24 hours Not a person had posted in this place that is ours The boards, they were littered With sorrys, and excuses With silence taken over The voices of muses The mods were all busy With their rules and time changes With applications and tags, Problems of all ranges The players all stuffed With their gravy and turkey, With holiday worries Making them all quirky Or bedridden with illness Fighting sniffles and flus With their coughing and retching And tearful boo hoo's (sorry, it felt too Dr. Seuss not to do.) And where were the healthy? Why it's finals time! With their noses in books To be at their prime And the workers all working As Christmas time approaches All this commercialization On sanity encroaches And the projects need doing The books all need keeping The bonuses signing The kids they are weeping For this and for that And for some other thing Why it's surely no season For anyone to sing Or to post, and so now Understandably so All you people are missing And I too must go. |
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| 08:09pm 03/12/2008 | ||||
You might want to sing it note for note Don't worry, be happy. In every life we have some trouble But when you worry you make it double Don't worry, be happy. Don't worry, be happy now. CHORUS: Don't worry, be happy. Don't worry, be happy. Don't worry, be happy. Don't worry, be happy. Ain't got no place to lay your head Somebody came and took your bed Don't worry, be happy. The landlord say your rent is late He may have to litigate Don't worry, be happy. CHORUS: (Look at me -- I'm happy. Don't worry, be happy. Here I give you my phone number. When you worry, call me, I make you happy. Don't worry, be happy.) Ain't got no cash, ain't got no style Ain't got no gal to make you smile Don't worry, be happy. 'Cause when you worry your face will frown And that will bring everybody down Don't worry, be happy. CHORUS: (Don't worry, don't worry, don't do it. Be happy. Put a smile on your face. Don't bring everybody down. Don't worry. It will soon pass, whatever it is. Don't worry, be happy. I'm not worried, I'm happy...) http://www.drinklucid.com/lucid_flash.c |
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barely made it home| You don't know what I feel | ||||
| 08:32pm 03/12/2008 | ||||
That I'm sorry for the things I've done But when I start to try to tell you That's when you have to tell me Hey...this kind of trouble's only just begun I tell myself too many times Why don't you ever learn to keep your big mouth shut That's why it hurts so bad to hear the words That keep on falling from your mouth Falling from your mouth Falling from your mouth Tell me... Why Why I may be mad I may be blind I may be viciously unkind But I can still read what you're thinking And I've heard it said too many times That you'd be better off Besides... Why can't you see this boat is sinking (This boat is sinking this boat is sinking) Let's go down to the water's edge And we can cast away those doubts Some things are better left unsaid But they still turn me inside out Turning inside out turning inside out Tell me... Why Tell me... Why This is the book I never read These are the words I never said This is the path I'll never tread These are the dreams I'll dream instead This is the joy that's seldom spread These are the tears... The tears we shed This is the fear This is the dread These are the contents of my head And these are the years that we have spent And this is what they represent And this is how I feel Do you know how I feel? 'Cause I don't think you know how I feel I don't think you know what I feel I don't think you know what I feel You don't know what I feel  |
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| y'know i bet its that lsd i did in 81 coming back to haunt me.. | ||||
| 08:52pm 03/12/2008 | ||||
We skipped the light fandango Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor I was feeling kind of seasick The crowd called out for more And the room was hummin' harder As the ceiling flew away And when we called outfor another drink But the waiter brought a tray And so it was later As the miller told his tale That her face at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale. You said: "There is no reason, And the truth is plain to see." But I wander through my playin' cards Would not let him be One of the sixteen virgins Who were leaving for the coast And although my eyes were open They might just as well been closed And so it was later As the miller told his tale That her face at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale. A whiter shade of pale Turned a whiter shade of pale A whiter shade of pale |
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| 11:32pm 03/12/2008 | |||
| there are no orignal words...its all been said | |||
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| A place to allow anyone to post anything that randomly passes through their heads | ||||
| 11:38pm 03/12/2008 | ||||
 i often wonder about the nature of reality..i wonder if like that buddistline i am merely a butterfly having a really really strange dream..but i think thats wishfull thinking i want it to be someone else's life a dream a nightmare..because i dont like my life much its old and worn out its a disappointment an embarrasment, i wish it were just some phantom staring out from a screen walking floating about in the wind and snow..  people stare at me they scowl, if they are real, if i'm not imagining it my existance meets with their disapproval especially after a few drinks when i sing too loud i'm aqualung mothers grab their children young women scowl at me as if they know what i'm thinking without me saying a word so i try not to look at anyone.. i wish i WAS a butterfly having a very strange dream then i wouldnt have to worry about the rent and my harddrive  and that strange noise the refrigerator keeps making my thoughts are not poems they are cries they are moans.. reminding me how disappointing it all is iF i were a butterfly i would not have to say i'm sorry for any of it.. if its not real will you please wake me up? i dont use my own words because they are too painfull they hurt my life is not a poem my thoughts are not poetry they are cries they are moans they are screams i'd rather listen to my i pod and drink lucid..   |
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