mi
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i've thought about the same thing. Is there a such thing as happiness? Is there a such thing as feeling nothing?
the act of sacraficing bitter memories
i cant bring myself to fogive you, i cant force myself to fogive you, i cant bring myself to forgive you
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mr. dobalina
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| posted on 2004-2-1 at 03:13 | |
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the basis of the root concept is that someone has to bleed to know that they're alive.
why not laugh to know you're alive.
Amid the chaos of that day, when all I could hear was the thunder of gunshots, and all I could smell was the violence in the air, I look back and am
amazed that my thoughts were so clear and true, that three words went through my mind endlessly, repeating themselves like a broken record:
you're so cool, you're so cool, you're so cool. And sometimes Clarence asks me what I would have done if he had died, if that bullet
had been two inches more to the left. To this, I always smile, as if I'm not going to satisfy him with a response. But I always do. I tell him
of how I would want to die, but that the anguish and the want of death would fade like the stars at dawn, and that things would be much as they are
now. Perhaps. Except maybe I wouldn't have named our son Elvis.
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mi
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| posted on 2004-2-1 at 03:17 | |
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perhaps it is easier to feel misery then it is to feel happiness or joy. it may also be because most people take life for granted, and there is no
feeling of being glad to be alive.
life is what you make it, so make it good.
the act of sacraficing bitter memories
i cant bring myself to fogive you, i cant force myself to fogive you, i cant bring myself to forgive you
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1lilrockerchic
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| posted on 2004-2-1 at 05:07 | |
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so what is going on?
.::Lullaby::.
xX*I am sorry now (but will I ever let you go…)
Things seem so wrong (I had something worth living for)
I cant go on, but its something we’re suppose to do
My heart is crushed, now that I’m without you
I’m without you *Xx
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armour_guitarist
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| posted on 2004-2-1 at 07:41 | |
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id say that people try to make happiness their default (bad usage, but i couldnt think of any other way to say it) feeling, so when they feel pain or
misery, it is different from their "normal" feelings, or rather their want-to-be-normal feelings, and so they notice it... I hope that
made sense.
but yes, people do take their lives for granted.
Some things take more than a lifetime.
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SideO_JR
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| posted on 2004-2-1 at 07:51 | |
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i don't understand, i think everytime i smile i am happy, even if it is just for a few moments. and i think we need the pain and suffering,
otherwize we wouldn't know happiness or any other great emotion
certain music changes emotion too, alot of music i listens to puts me in a generally good mood, unless i am pissed then i listen to someting hard that
helps me releive the stress
[Edited on 1-2-04 by SideO_JR]
How do you communicate those emotions that are so intense that no physical expression or series of words can even scratch the surface?
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SideO_JR
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| posted on 2004-2-1 at 07:56 | |
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does anyone like the song behind blue eyes - limp bizkit? at first i didn't like it just cause i heard there new stuff sucked but i like it
now, its an easy going song to sing to
How do you communicate those emotions that are so intense that no physical expression or series of words can even scratch the surface?
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armour_guitarist
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| posted on 2004-2-1 at 08:03 | |
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not at all... i was really getting into the original version, and now all the ignorant punks think limp bizkit wrote it, and they like it.
as far as the song goes though, for limb bizkit, i think it is a decent interpretation of the original.
Some things take more than a lifetime.
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SideO_JR
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| posted on 2004-2-1 at 08:04 | |
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who sings the original?
How do you communicate those emotions that are so intense that no physical expression or series of words can even scratch the surface?
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armour_guitarist
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| posted on 2004-2-1 at 08:08 | |
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the who, you poo!
Some things take more than a lifetime.
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Sin Ogaris
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| posted on 2004-2-1 at 09:50 | |
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I don't like it, it drags a bit. Plus it seems really boring to me.
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mr. dobalina
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| posted on 2004-2-1 at 11:34 | |
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"fuck bees!"
Amid the chaos of that day, when all I could hear was the thunder of gunshots, and all I could smell was the violence in the air, I look back and am
amazed that my thoughts were so clear and true, that three words went through my mind endlessly, repeating themselves like a broken record:
you're so cool, you're so cool, you're so cool. And sometimes Clarence asks me what I would have done if he had died, if that bullet
had been two inches more to the left. To this, I always smile, as if I'm not going to satisfy him with a response. But I always do. I tell him
of how I would want to die, but that the anguish and the want of death would fade like the stars at dawn, and that things would be much as they are
now. Perhaps. Except maybe I wouldn't have named our son Elvis.
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1lilrockerchic
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| posted on 2004-2-1 at 17:18 | |
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my doggy likes listening to the livid i have my cd play on the floor and she like sleeps beside it when the livid is on now that is kinda funny cause
its my dog!
.::Lullaby::.
xX*I am sorry now (but will I ever let you go…)
Things seem so wrong (I had something worth living for)
I cant go on, but its something we’re suppose to do
My heart is crushed, now that I’m without you
I’m without you *Xx
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RobH
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| posted on 2004-2-1 at 21:12 | |
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Has anyone ever seen the SNL skecth with Christopher Walken as the music producer who "needs more cowbell"? I just downloaded... so funny.
www.sluggy.com
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thelividfan
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| posted on 2004-2-1 at 23:56 | |
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DAmn man I haven't seen it, where can I find it??
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mr. dobalina
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| posted on 2004-2-2 at 03:50 | |
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'when i'm through here, we'll all be wearing god-plated diapers"
"i've got a fever, and the only prescription, is more cowbell"
Amid the chaos of that day, when all I could hear was the thunder of gunshots, and all I could smell was the violence in the air, I look back and am
amazed that my thoughts were so clear and true, that three words went through my mind endlessly, repeating themselves like a broken record:
you're so cool, you're so cool, you're so cool. And sometimes Clarence asks me what I would have done if he had died, if that bullet
had been two inches more to the left. To this, I always smile, as if I'm not going to satisfy him with a response. But I always do. I tell him
of how I would want to die, but that the anguish and the want of death would fade like the stars at dawn, and that things would be much as they are
now. Perhaps. Except maybe I wouldn't have named our son Elvis.
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little_lady
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| posted on 2004-2-2 at 03:54 | |
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Happiness eh....
what an...interesting word.
Lord knows I won't be using it for quite a while
you won't let me down...
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mr. dobalina
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| posted on 2004-2-2 at 04:02 | |
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happiness is shouting bingo. maybe that's what you need.
Amid the chaos of that day, when all I could hear was the thunder of gunshots, and all I could smell was the violence in the air, I look back and am
amazed that my thoughts were so clear and true, that three words went through my mind endlessly, repeating themselves like a broken record:
you're so cool, you're so cool, you're so cool. And sometimes Clarence asks me what I would have done if he had died, if that bullet
had been two inches more to the left. To this, I always smile, as if I'm not going to satisfy him with a response. But I always do. I tell him
of how I would want to die, but that the anguish and the want of death would fade like the stars at dawn, and that things would be much as they are
now. Perhaps. Except maybe I wouldn't have named our son Elvis.
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little_lady
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| posted on 2004-2-2 at 04:04 | |
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*slight smile* [sorry, can't bring myself any further than that right now]
Are you implying I should play bingo?..
I haven't done that in the looooongest time, wow...that was years ago....now I'm tempted
you won't let me down...
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mr. dobalina
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| posted on 2004-2-2 at 04:09 | |
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we're actually in the process of getting me on the tv show "matchmaker", mainly just so i can be a spaz in front of a television
audience.
if i do go on the show, you can count on the fact that we're going to a bingo hall for the first stop of the date.
best date ever.
Amid the chaos of that day, when all I could hear was the thunder of gunshots, and all I could smell was the violence in the air, I look back and am
amazed that my thoughts were so clear and true, that three words went through my mind endlessly, repeating themselves like a broken record:
you're so cool, you're so cool, you're so cool. And sometimes Clarence asks me what I would have done if he had died, if that bullet
had been two inches more to the left. To this, I always smile, as if I'm not going to satisfy him with a response. But I always do. I tell him
of how I would want to die, but that the anguish and the want of death would fade like the stars at dawn, and that things would be much as they are
now. Perhaps. Except maybe I wouldn't have named our son Elvis.
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little_lady
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| posted on 2004-2-2 at 04:15 | |
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I am sorry, but...no matter how much I'm crying right now I just burst out laughing.
You...on "matchmaker"?...
Oh dear Lord, now I've really heard it all. I will TAPE the show,dammit. It's bound to be hilarious.
you won't let me down...
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mr. dobalina
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| posted on 2004-2-2 at 06:35 | |
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if you live in the streetsville area, and are of legal drinking age [or have documentation stating you are], and like the band Billy Talent, private
message me the words "the rooster crows at ten bells"................
Amid the chaos of that day, when all I could hear was the thunder of gunshots, and all I could smell was the violence in the air, I look back and am
amazed that my thoughts were so clear and true, that three words went through my mind endlessly, repeating themselves like a broken record:
you're so cool, you're so cool, you're so cool. And sometimes Clarence asks me what I would have done if he had died, if that bullet
had been two inches more to the left. To this, I always smile, as if I'm not going to satisfy him with a response. But I always do. I tell him
of how I would want to die, but that the anguish and the want of death would fade like the stars at dawn, and that things would be much as they are
now. Perhaps. Except maybe I wouldn't have named our son Elvis.
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little_lady
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| posted on 2004-2-2 at 20:50 | |
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*shakes fist at you, over and over again*
you won't let me down...
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mr. dobalina
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| posted on 2004-2-2 at 20:56 | |
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raised in the 80's has it's benefits.
Amid the chaos of that day, when all I could hear was the thunder of gunshots, and all I could smell was the violence in the air, I look back and am
amazed that my thoughts were so clear and true, that three words went through my mind endlessly, repeating themselves like a broken record:
you're so cool, you're so cool, you're so cool. And sometimes Clarence asks me what I would have done if he had died, if that bullet
had been two inches more to the left. To this, I always smile, as if I'm not going to satisfy him with a response. But I always do. I tell him
of how I would want to die, but that the anguish and the want of death would fade like the stars at dawn, and that things would be much as they are
now. Perhaps. Except maybe I wouldn't have named our son Elvis.
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little_lady
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| posted on 2004-2-2 at 21:01 | |
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Shush. I would have been the "coolest" 80's baby.
Hey..I just noticed I'm still chewing on this gum....I should throw it out hah, it lost its taste ages ago.
you won't let me down...
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