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FREEDOM OF SPEECH NOTHING SHOULD BE IMPOSED
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Thursday, March 15, 2007
Goodbye my love Do you know what it feels like to know yet not know a person at all? Well, I do. If only chances were given and made. If only things were different. If only if onlys weren't so difficult to happen. If only. Saturday, March 10, 2007
Intoxication If God were to bear grudges, I'll be a fucking gone-er. Of the divide Lies two sides One of passion The other of less similar fashion Passion equated to love Is a mistake when seen from above When you see what He sees Its no longer about the merry birds and the bees Instead Its you who is to be slowly left dead Love first enters the system Just like how alcohol would Without resistance or a problem It flows just like water could But its effects Will affect And mar in the moments to come Leaving you like a dumb dumb So you first sip the cocktail Just like you do with her love You taste you enjoy, You giggle without knowing the ploy Then you get high And soon there are lies About it being forever And happily ever After, after a few more gulps The beer then foams up like pulp Deep down in the abyss of the gullet You feel like you're in the tummy of a mullet You too big and it too small And from grace you soon fall You start spewing rubbish About secrets you had, now all gibberish Words incoherent Sentences all truth ladden Your secret crush That always gave you that rush And how you would blush When she used to pass Now we all know About the secrets never told And so like the words and truths thrown out Puke is running up and about... To explode, to fountain, to merlion But its too late, you are now a vomit covered mountain Your alcohol mixed with the meal Of veal Has turned stale And you're now ever so pale You proclaim that you're fine I'm not drunk Stop stopping me from my fun Now fuck off, Fuck off.. Just like love turned bad Is getting drunk so sad The fun and the puns The love and the buns Painful as hell Only those cut, could if lucky, live to tell. |
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