- distant
were a nightmare hippy group
were a new -aged let down
we so spaced out.. theres no space
were a magically sparkle of tears
were a rainbow choking the breeze
call a vortex were changing the style
were busting out into the scene
with nightmare bogus poetry
were a melted avocado on the shelf
were a science of ourselfs
were spazing out on a cosmic level
were meditaing with the devil
were cooking salad and eggs for breakfast
weve got tofu the size of texas
were a witness to our own glory
were a never-ending story
were a self inflicted infection
weve got a thousand lonely husbands
were a bunch of artists milking the times.. for everything its worth.
- deceased squirrel
here we are.. getting prepared for pack 2. i should greet alot of people
but im not.. in fact the only person im going to greet is my own god
damn self. hmm.. thanks for all the good coments we got for pack 1. enjoy
pack 2.
hmm.. i like black on black.. heres my chance to get some shit out
I HATE ALL THE TAKEOVER LAMER.. some assholes tryee to takeover disrant
who finds pleasure in causing someone else grief.. i dont.. FUCK YOU