When I Die
When I die I want to leave behind nothing only then will I feel I have lived the way I wanted to.
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When I die I want to leave behind nothing only then will I feel I have lived the way I wanted to.
It's not just a place, Not a language or 'type', It sure isn't temporary, And worth all the hype. It's not just a phase, Mom, Not preppy or 'in', It's the sort of society That's there thick or thin.
I'm an animal At heart. I'll tear the world Apart. I'll crush the Nation. End this stupid Abomination. Bring out the crazy Side. Keep the options Wide. Stir the inner Need. Spill out the Greed.
#projecthumanity Calling all Opussians. I am calling out to each and every one of you, on your iPad, your iPhone, your iPod Touch. I need your help. I have an idea.
The harsh truth. It stinks.
I subscribe to furious living. I squeeze every drop of awareness from seconds. I act upon urges and impulses, dodging damage.
I don't want to be in a society where women are meant to be marry and be maids to their filthy ass husbands.
Let me fuckin' tell you this now before I die. This bird was never to be caged, gonna spread my wings and fly. Above all you punks, I'm higher than high.
I. Instantly, I. Carefully, I. Place words, I. Pussy foot around herds, I. Summon dark friends, I. Love the game that never ends, I. Challenge the weakened souls, I.
Contains swearing at the end got fired up with it all (read with cation) Leave my town Find my riches Leave my frown ...
To walk the street in a straight line To piss lines up government walls To wipe the smile when they say "I'm fine" To help keep chins up, united standing tall Helping others who are in need Fighting...
*Swear words and stuff* Things to do before I die..... Kill 100,000 Zombies. Not on Left 4 Dead, 4 Real. Crush some fuckers skull in, to rescue a baby seal.
cable knit sweater lover, guerrilla art maker, pink clothes wearer, chill music maker, fuzzy blanket connesuier, huge frame rocker, nude enamel wearer, good joke laugher, comic book reader, blog...
Do you derive joy when someone else succeeds. Do you not play dirty when engaged in competition. Do you have a big intellectual capacity but know that it alone does not equate to wisdom.
My heart burst when I first entered into the google imaged skyline The one that proudly screams we are the city the one that goes the most go green Walking down the streets I get this tragic feeling...