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Name: Chris
Location: Sherman, Texas, United States
Birthday: 12/9/1990
Gender: Male
Interests: relationships, guitar, vocals, setfiretothevillage, my solo band.
Expertise: uhhh a little guitar, a little euphonium, a little singing, a little skateboarding, a little everything?
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  blooD on my winG
AIM:  to FaLL and RiSE
Jabber: alone in my world, haunted by memories
Jabber: a killstained knife is all that remains of me
Member Since:
5/6/2004
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| PANCAKES AND WAFFLES,
SIR YES SIR I WANT THE WORKS
THE BUTTER, THE SYRUP
RUB A TUM TUM WHEEEE
HIT ME UP WITH THAT OLD SCHOOL ROCK
BECAUSE IT MAKES THE PANCAKES GOOD
YOU ARE ALMOST AS GOOD AS PANCAKES
BUT THE PANCAKES TASTE SWEET
BUT THE PANCAKES TASTE SWEEEEET IN MY MOUTH
FEED ME FEED ME FEED ME
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| New day.
New post.
Somehow, it sickens me how people can relate everything to religon.
This may seem anti-religonist or satanist or whatever, be what you
think, but just because something fortunate happens doesn't mean its
related to god, and the other way around... If you lose your wallet,
and someone picks it up, and they find you and give it back, yep, sure
as hell wasn't god. Some things I could care less about, but these are
some extreme things that are just bothersome. I know I'm not religous
at all, but still... This is my 2 cents.
By the way, I'm back, and I'll start getting things going again. Boringass posts won't be here for long.
che che check it out -> banner i made for my band
lyrics or poetry, w/e
Been there, done that. Whatever you say. Have you took the time or
effort to open me and read me like a book? Or have you just looked at
the case cover. I know I have opened you up like a book. I have
read all the poetry in your locked diary. I can't guarantee you
anything, but it seems oh so fortunate for us. Maybe we will cross
paths one day and become one. Maybe someone will stick an iron sword
between us and split us apart forever. Whatever the chances be, we are
better off together, until proven alone.
wow sucks ass mabdsv
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| yep
You are a Toenail.
(Taken from Ebaumsworld.com)
Okay,
maybe you're not THAT gross. But yes. You are a toenail. You usually
get in the way of peoples' lives and are annoying at times, but people
hang out with you because you are amusing. You enjoy acting retarded in
front of large crowds of people. Many may call you a dork and a loser,
but the truth is that you are very intelligent, and this will be proven
in the near future. You are dependent on your friends, but you are not
willing to conform into society's stereotypical mold. You may be called
a loser, but at least you aren't a nobody. Even the opposite sex finds
your uniqueness attractive. You stand out, and that's what makes you
special. Even if people leave you hanging.
Most compatible with: Hoe.
Click here -- What Random Object Represents Your Inner Self?
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| wow xanga sucks, no one reads this piece of shit anymore
update: yeah, i'll update this right here maybe once. anyways, about to head to taekwondo where I will commence kicking ass. then I will come home and slack off, preparing for the weekend... then tommorow hopefully I'll jam with brandon and jose and we're mess around as usual and get only a partial amoutn of what we wanted to do done. yepppppppp life is still boring, and lonely. but I have my good friends in my band. sigh.
1, 2, 3 take off. I'll write my last thing of lyrics and update this... then after that until I decide to start posting again. . . that's it
The Phallid Tournaquet
it's taken a while, huh?
consider this now,
once there was a boy
who was as sweet as you
but now theres a man
who's as rotten as me
i don't know what else to say
this is my final plea
so just make me feel good
and let me shine
just let me shine
just know this one
this life wont last forever
i'm living a broken dream
or even a dead reality
yep, this is how it goes.
another half-assed lyric/poetic post. hope you enjoy the last one. | | |
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