she is a living connotation with the worst kind of implication

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this is all over the place. axl covered the song but didnt fix the lyrics- you cant tell if that's respect or ridicule. opposites attract but what do similar personalities do? cl/crash. whoever invented kleenex should be blamed for 'emo', or whoever thought it would be smart to sell black hair dye. hot topic has gone from catering the needs of 'goths' to 'scene', and what is the difference anyway, just that goths didn't feel anything and scene people feel everything. everything changes around people, environment and adaptation.. the only thing that doesnt is people. the world revolves on people mesmerized by the idea of never being wrong. never being the guilty party. as long as you have fingers you will point them. it's always been this way, kings killed their wives because they couldn't give them a son. thinking about it, the value of marriage hasn't gone up much sense then apparently- it's more like valUSE instead of values anyway. you don't have to be sitting to be in the hot seat, and you dont have to use your legs to walk out on someone. the way she walked out on me but i'm the one who "doesn't give a damn." stared at the clock but the only thing changing is how i feel. sell the fire for the furnance and build your dream home out of empty ones. feeling like the kid who wanted more and more and got shortchanged in the end- started out with three quarters, traded them for four dimes, then five nickles, then six pennies..

peter henlein would roll over in his grave and hit the snooze button if he saw how time was wasted today. levi hutchins would still be having nightmares about 4am the same way i am.

who wants to be loved from a pedestal? take me down and show me what living is like. who wants to be loved from the bottom of your sole? pick me up and treat me like an equal- even if i'm not. ive become the moth that lights draw in only to get too close and be burned. my light is the screen, the worst kind of light. wonder what it would be like to be stuck on the side of the road in a windstorm, wonder why ive never been before. every new fate i inexplicably hear about on tv i wonder why it wasnt sent my way. not that i want it to be- but more like in the sense where i wonder what ive done to not only avoid death but to become friends with it. what is worse- caring too much or not caring at all? anymore, the only happy medium is a fortune teller with a credit card machine. love the way you bring me out of my bad moods but hate that you're the one that puts me in them in the first place. i'd take blame for myself to circumvent being a hypocrite but all i did wrong was love you. "you won't be liked, but you'll be loved." give me a map and tell me to go to hell, but i've already found it somewhere between the gutter and the glam.

side note, tommorrow: time to save the earth, riight. in any case i will be gone all day for live earth and stuff but ill have my phone on. if i dont respond to you right away i'm probably watching another set or up on stage myself.