Psychotic Rock Star

The melancholy life of the Psychotic wannabe Rock Star.

Wednesday, October 27, 2004

Hairspray

I was your mine, you were mine
I didn't mean you were, mine I was your [3X]
You're in a
you rang
yours rang

I was your mine, you were mine
I didn't mean you were, mine I was your [3X]
Your in a

At night, wishful gardens
At night, where the heart is
At night, disco gardens
At night, we'll be ga.......

I was your mine, you were mine
I didn't mean you were, mine I was your [3X]
Your in a
Wishful gardens, at night
Where the heart is, at night
Wishful gardens, at night
Wishful gardens

I was your mine, you were mine
I didn't mean you were, mine I was your [3X]
Your in a
Your rang
Your's rang
at night wishful gardens
at night, where the heart is
at night you were so modest
at night, crisco lockers
at night, the mount for homely
it's like, fistful garbage
at night, the whiz go ga....

To think this is sposed to be about US! Hahahahahahahahahaha! I'm on a massive high atm so excuse me for being idiosyncratic. Who the fuck really gives a damn anymore eh? Wake up and smell the bloody coffee man... It's dripping in lies, hate and complete falsity. I don't care what people think at this point.

I was nearly hit by another backdoor trojan today. I was amused to see the IP address. It was a familiar number. Amusing isn't it? Probably isn't who I think it is though. Cheesehead probably doesn't know how to send a trojan out let alone engineer one. Another song plays... Glycerine. Hah! The first time I heard this song was with you wasn't it. (This you is separate from the previous paragraphs' you.) Anyways, you really are colourblind. Yea, I'm strangely spiteful aren't I. Waste of my God damned time if you ask me but it's my time to waste. The same way you choose to waste yours. I've said it once, you won't find anyone else who's quite like us. But who wants a life time of complications? I know I don't. Which is probably the reason why I'm ecstatic with my current situation and self. Cheers to you.

PS: I know an insane amount of people who would love nothing more than to see you. Suffer that is. I wonder how it got to that.

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