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This is my "mind by Month"..Follow the links below to access the Pollution of the Mind by corresponding months..-is not responsible for any despondance, suicidal tendencies, or unadulterated anger that may come hence from these pages-
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Mood: Angry Johnny
Song: Trapt "Headstrong"
Qoute of the Day: "was she beautiful, or not"
yes, i am only 21. i do have alot to experience and learn in life. but the one thing i will never envy of you, is the fact that you're jaded. you've forgotten what it's like to totally throw yourself into something and not worry about the consequences. you have to remember to love life. i wake up intoxicated with everything around me. you used to..you still may. but it's nothing new to you. you wait..you don't feel pain over oppurtunity lost anymore. my dreams drive me crazy with "i wish i had of said/did that". yes, of course it's because i'm young. but you know what? i fucking love that. i will never lose it. fuck you and your wisdom from age. you've learned how to forget what you love. i never want a skill like that.
June 22, early morning
Mood: listless, restless..idle
Song: Robbie Williams "Stalkers Day Off"
Qoute of the Day: "If you only cared to know me.."
So unimpressed, but so in awe
Such a saint, but such a whore
So self-aware, so full of shit
So indecisive, so adament
I'm contemplating, thinkin' about thinkin'
It's overrated, just get another drink and
Watch me come undone
They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street
I pray that when I'm coming down, you'll be asleep
If I ever hurt you, your revenge will be so sweet
Because I'm scum, and I'm your son
I come undone
I come undone
So rock 'n' roll, so corporate suits
So damn ugly, so damn cute
So well-trained, so animal
So need your love, so fuck you all
I'm not scared of dying, I just don't want to
If I stopped lying, I'd just disappoint you
I Come undone
They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street
Come undone
I pray that when I'm coming down, you'll be asleep
Come undone
If I ever hurt you, your revenge will be so sweet
Because I'm scum, and I'm your son
I come undone
So write another ballad, mix it on a Wednesday
Sell it on a Thursday, Friday, out by Saturday
It's a love song, a love song
Do another interview, sing a bunch of lies
Tell about celebrities that I despise
And sing love songs, we sing love songs so sincere
So sincere
Come undone
They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street
Come undone
I pray when I'm coming down, you'll be asleep
Come undone
The young pretend you're in the clouds above the sea
I come undone
I am scum
Love your son
You've gotta love your son
Come undone
June 22, early morning
Mood: Tis a curious thing..
Song: Cranberries "No Need to Argue"
Qoute of the Day: "Quid pro Quo Clarice.."
Tis a curious thing, to find courage in the unknown. To find pleasure in heartache. To know you love, because of the hate inside. To feel alone, next to your equal. To think about someone who doesn't remember you. To love someone when you know it's wrong. To love someone you've never met. The freedom you feel when you run from your problems, just before they catch up. To fall out of love. To feel numb. To look forward to tomrrow, knowing still that it will all remain the same. To lie in bed, and wait, knowing something will happen, and cry when it doesn't. To ache for what others have..it's a strange place we live in...