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It started when we were little kids. Free spirits, but already tormented by our own hands, given to us by our parents. We got together and wrote on desks and slept in laundry rooms near snowy mountains and slipped through whatever cracks we could find, minds altered. We didn't falter in portraying hysterical and tragic characters in a smog-filled universe.
We loved the dirty city and the journeys away from it. We had not yet been or seen our friends' selves chase tails round and round in downward spiral, leaving a trail of irretrievable vital life juice behind. Still, the brother-blood-comrades-partner-family-cuz was inpenetrable, and we lived inside it, laughing with no clothes. And everything experimental till death was upon us. In our face: mortality. And lots of things seemed futile then, but love and music can save us, and did, while the giant gray monster grew more poisoned and volatile around us, jaws clamping down and spewing ugly shit around. Nothing is the same. So we keep moving. We keep moving. [ September 30, 2003, 10:08 PM: Message edited by: Titan ] |
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I do what the fuck I want.
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I was not created
In the linkeness of a fraud Your hell is something scary I prefer a loving god We are not the center Of this funny universe And what is something worse I do not serve In fear of such a curse |
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Shut Your Fucking Face.
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You'll never burn me.
You'll never burn me. I will be your heretic. Yeah. You can't contain me. I am the power free. Truth belongs to everybody. [ October 01, 2003, 10:10 PM: Message edited by: Titan ] |
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I do what the fuck I want.
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#49 (permalink) |
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I like dirt.
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Pre-Titan
Shallow be thy name 2000 years look in the mirror You play the game of shame And tell your people live in fear A rival to the way you see The bible let him be I'm a threat to your survival And your control company Post-Titan To anyone who's listenin' You're not born into sin The guilt they try and give you Puke it in the nearest bin Missionary maddness Sweep up culture with a dream Trashing ancient ways Is par for the course It's fucking rude I thought that might allow me to do 2... [ October 01, 2003, 11:26 PM: Message edited by: tonguegina ] |
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