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CODY (KNIFE_FIGHT)

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Age: 21

Location: United States

Joined On: Nov 21, 2008

Website: www.myspace.com/xhollywo0d

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"Lately I've been wishing I had one desire something that would make me never want another something that would make it so that nothing matters all would be clear then but I guess i'll have to settle for a few brief moments and watch it all dissolve into a single second try to write it down into a perfect sonnet or one foolish line 'cause that's all that you'll get so you'll have to accept you are here then you're gone but i believe that lovers should be tied together thrown into the ocean in the worst of weather left there to drown left there to drown in their innocence but as for me i'm coming to the final chapter i read all of the pages and there's still no answer only all that was before i know must soon come after that's the only way it can be so I stand in the sun and I breathe with my lungs trying to spare me the weight of the truth saying everything you've ever seen was just a mirror spent your whole life sweating in an endless fever now you're laying in a bathtub full of freezing water wishing you were a ghost but once you knew a girl and you named her lover danced with her in kitchens through the greenest summer autumn came, she disappeared you can't remember where she said she was going to but you know that she is gone 'cause she left you a song that you don't want to sing singing I believe that lovers should be chained together thrown into a fire with their songs and letters left there to burn left there to burn in their arrogance but as for me i'm coming to my final failure killed myself with changes trying to make things better ended up becoming something other than what I had planned to be now i believe that lovers should be draped in flowers and layed entwined together on a bed of clover left there to sleep left there to dream of their happiness"

those anarcho punks...

We're all presidents, we're all congressmen, We're all cops in waiting, We're the workers of the world, There is the elite and the dispossessed, And it's only about survival, Who has the skill to play the game for all it's worth, And reach an obscure kind of perfection, Let's try and keep as much emotion out of this as possible, Let's try not to remember any names, We'll do it for a country, for a people, for a moral vision, United, we'll make them remember our history, Or how we'd like to be told, How we'd like to be told... And we rock, Because it's us against them. We found our own reasons to sing, And it's so much less confusing when lines are drawn like that, When people are either consumers or revolutionaries, Enemies or friends hanging on the fringes Of the cogs in the system, It's just about knowing where everyone stands. All of a sudden, People start talking 'bout guns, Talking like they're going to war, 'Cause they found something to die for, Start taking back what they stole- sure beats every other option, But does it make a difference how we get it? Well do you really fucking get it? No, no, no, no, No, no, no, no...