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Name: Robert Location: San Antonio, Texas, United States Birthday: 11/14/1985 Gender: Male
Interests: guitar, generally writing stuff, the human body, music, Spurs, Expertise: Hearing Occupation: Student Industry: Exersice Science
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3/16/2005
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| So the week progresses like any other week, a time for rest and a time for work. It is not "I" it is not "You" it is "We." | | |
| Soccer mom's in there soccer van's "I never want to see you on the southside again" As they turn off the car and walk inside Mid July while the little one's barely get by Little children buckle up, little children buckle up Daddy spends the day in margaritaville Taking pictures of what went wrong in his life Finding the downside of up And those kids are the cause to keep up the fight Keep up the fight Across the street he can see what there is to see A white truck and the porch light off "Those are my kids, and I feel so lost" He'll take those kids no matter the cost The lights come on and a promise is granted Two shots to the head, then dead Now in the backyard he's planted "Don't go to the south side" is what she said. | | |
| Then again it might have been a dream, the way I thought about this and that and the other. Oh well, up in arms now, and will always be caught with my pants down. But I can roll, never felt anymore at home as when I was sitting next to you, but the whole time you wanted to puke. I understand sometimes I can be a little much, too much for the centeral nerves to handle, make you feel tingly and that's just not good, especially at home. So I continue to walk, there is nothing else one can do, feeling the cold drizzle hit my uncovered neck. I will continue to stroll for all the night times that took a toll on my liver. Oh to wake up one day and not be dizzy from all the bullshit in my head, that I haven't even begun to think about. To know that I can be without having to know something is always going on that is not in my favor, a young middle class white boy trying to make it. The funny thing is I don't want a big slice, I want just enough to love my friends the way I want to. Just enough to fall asleep without having to do stress reliefe exercises, enough to enjoy a smile and know its alirhgt to return one, enough to not feel so damn numb all the time that it is what everyone else is looking for and not what I want myself. And the damn neon signs break the silence and hum for everyone to HEAR, but that's not enough for them they want more. They take your eyes make you say things that should never be said and they yell at you telling you things you should never hear and when its all over the only thing left to do is get a rope and strangle your closest friend to make you feel alive again but its no use because the machine has already granted you your wish and this is how it is nowadays, noflow nothought noaction noembrace noconsiquence nogunshot nodeath nopleasure allme alltime allplay allfun allfood alldrink alldrug allmoney alltechnology allnew everyword everyline everylie everytime everyyear everyday everymonth everythingthesame | | |
| You're a flip-floppin' dandy, and how precious it be that you really don't know me. In fact my surface is three feet thick and you haven't taken an inch; seal the deal honey, seal the deal! Out of site out of mind, pretty babe like me got it, and no one's takin' unless I'm givin'. So bow down inferior creature and understand who has the power, now! Alot of us think we got it but you're not as smooth as what your momma said, And your daddy ain't around so I'll say what I please and bury anyone into the ground if they try and stop me. So, be my guest, you can pull up a chair you can sit if you like and follow me it will be a magic carpet ride, Folly and foreplay is my middle name. AHhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaa -King Scoo | | |
| You are the sunshine You are the night This is me Standing in front of you How dare you look at me that way Under the tree Where you first saw me Under the tree Before you went away You can have me free Exception to everyone but me They say signs come in three And I'm on two And I'm on two You are a bird High in the branches of a wishing plea You are a snake Underneath my second pillow You are a bird underneath You are a snake above me You are a bird underneath You are a snake above me This is me Standing in front of you You can have me free | | |
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