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All That Remains
The Devil Wears Prada
Story Of The Year
Haste The Day

Dec. 12th!

Only other concerts I can think of that month are Dec. 17th and 18th...
 
Mouth the words to deny, deny the symptoms, as 'oh yeah I'm doing fine', as
I've found a most endearing psychosis. Somewhere out there there's a thrill I
swear. Desperate as I am I just can't strip bare and bleed the only purity I've
known. But I lay with reason. Found logic conceived in a walk with skin. I lay
with reason producing these monsters. Underpainted catcalls as in temptation.
yeah there's a key to be in, but there's no shade, no shade to blame.
Waterfalls in a cool grey, and the struggle is colored grey this day. The caw
of crows fills up the picture plane. Our picture plane is veiled in central
neutral grey. Absinthe to slight the pain. This world's this worst case color
scheme. Streaks of oil stain, stained the road he crawled on homeward. Oh yeah,
oh yeah he killed the switch with some unwieldy gauge, absence and light
remain. I lay with reason found logic and reap in a walk with sin. El sueno
razon produce monstruos. When does this dream end? Now I've missed another
whole season, I've missed the fall, clearly its fallen on this land as fields
once green are ochre now. This is no dream. Trees have turned to skeleton,
roots teased and knotted just below the surface skin of ground. Stitched
between the earth and the sky struggling to hold it down. Sometimes to realize
you have to lose track of sight blurring my vision makes it clear the tiny
moving parts make up the whole. The image is clear, a tower is built of my own
pride, I cry in the shade that it offers, the only shelter I've known. When
does this dream end? This is no dream. This is the waking living breathing
caricature of a memory. Shamelessly I cave in to temptation of creation. But
still my only thrill is empty sidewalks, silent streets. The caw of crows fills
up the picture plane. This is your picture plain in central neutral grey. This
world's this worst case color scheme. Streaks of oil stain, stained the road he
crawled on homeward. Oh yeah, oh yeah he killed the switch with some unwieldy
gauge, absence and light remain. Life is lowly anonymity, in death a noble
pose, a Marat David. Tell me who wouldn't give their lives for such a soap box
to die behind. Life is lowly, lowly anonymity. In the space of a smile I found
sleep. As in sorrow, so shall ye reap, as in reason so shall ye sleep. Reap the
promised end to the struggle. Reap every point on our linear path. Reap the
smiles in time we borrow, every harvest relies on the last. Reap the promising
song of the sparrow, that they learned from the birth of the sea. Silenced by
the threnody of the crows. Reap the fallen fruit of the dogwood tree. But I
witnessed in all this silence one souls definition of beauty. in a backlit
smile so temporary. A facade so rich with evil history. Cast in direct
opposition set to overwhelm his moment to shine and sleep came out on top of
what was borrowed, and found all that beauty to be still. Every breath as in
sorrow, reap the promised end to this path, but every image that we borrow,
every harvest depends on the past. Subdivide in factions our linear forever, we
subdivide our waking hours to sleep. While guilty eyes turn toward a
porchlight, enlightenment is losing sight. Somewhere out there there's a thrill
I swear. In this low light town when my shift begins the streets reflecting
yellow, yellow, yellow in the vacancy that overwhelms the red, red, red, your
vehicle the color of expansion. "Open up." the latter just a thought to thrill
me "knock knock knock" the latter just a thought to thrill me. "Red" is a four
letter word. Four letter invitation. Now my head is locked in the direction of
the sun... Life is lowly anonymity, in death a noble pose, a Marat David. Tell
me who wouldn't give their lives for such a soap box to leave behind. Life is
lowly, lowly anonymity. I know its all been done before, I want to do it again.
I want to do it again.
Kill the switch.
This night our journey's through the
dark.
Kill the switch, a welcome comatose, tonight we journey through the
darkness.
As in sorrow, so shall ye weep, as in reason, so shall ye sleep.

Amazing song.
 

My brother told me it was lame to watch fireworks show videos on Youtube. I said "and you're telling me this because?....."

Haha
 
I spent all of last week watching various fireworks shows from every Disney theme park...

I wonder how old this post is from when I clicked on the thread :p
 
I spent all of last week watching various fireworks shows from every Disney theme park...

I wonder how old this post is from when I clicked on the thread :p


I love watching firework videos. I live vicariously though other people. XD

And it was like 10 minutes old :p
 
>.<
I hate watching football with my parents.
My mother screams, my father swears, and I'm just like :confused3
 
Nope, it's from a new episode where Stewie & Brian travel to parallel universes. One universe is what the world would look like if it was drawn by Disney. They think it's the perfect world, until they find out it's anti-semite (like rumours that Walt Disney was) and everyone kills Mort...
 
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