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Ten Too MuchI remember how cold it is outside the moment I leave the warm confines of the concert hall. I always find it strange how unbearably hot it is inside and how much you wish it to be cooler, while the moment you step outside, you immediately wish you were back inside. The sweat that has turned my shirt a darker shade of red does nothing to make the cold any less shocking. I don my leather jacket I had been holding in my left arm and jam my hands in my pocket waiting for my buddy to work his way through the crowd that was slowly piling out of the hall. “Over here!” I yell as I see my buddy, Steve eTen Too Much
by ~TwoToneWyvern
Coffee Shop SongWhat if every dime this society spent Was one more step towards the dismantlement Of the powers that oppress crush and control The international war machine chalking up it’s death tollCoffee Shop Song
I refuse to accept the status quo of mediocrity The half-baked lies and blatant hypocrisy This world has to offer
So I’ll sing this song with my head held high Whether right or wrong, ideas never die
I’ll fight the battles that need to be fought And I’ll learn the lessons that have been taught It’s all I have to offer
So I’ll fight t
by ~TwoToneWyvern
65th and InspirationThe sun blinds me as I walk out of my apartment onto Broadway and work my way towards Central Park. The walk isn’t long, and it’s a beautiful day outside. I walk south down Broadway for several minutes until I meet 65th Street West. The air clears my head somewhat, especially after spending the whole day indoors. Though open country air would be nicer due to a lack of pollution, my body welcomes the New York air as a pleasant change from the stuffiness of my little apartment. Writing has not been coming easily for me today and some outdoor writing would do me good.65th and Inspiration
by ~TwoToneWyvern
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65th and Inspiration RemixThe sun blinds me as I walk out of my apartment onto Broadway and work my way toward Central Park. The walk isn’t long, and it’s a beautiful day outside. I walk south down Broadway for several minutes until I meet 65th Street West. The air clears my head somewhat, especially after spending the whole day indoors. Though open country air would be nicer due to a lack of pollution, my body welcomes the New York air as a pleasant change from the stuffiness of my little apartment. Writing has not been coming easily for me today and some outdoor writing would do me good.65th and Inspiration Remix
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- Current Residence: Royal Military College of Canada...Kingston, Ontario
- Interests: Obscenely loud music, playing bass, snowboarding...and writing...but I guess that's obvious...
- Favourite movie: Serenity, Snatch
- Favourite band or musician: Closet Monster, Big D and The Kids Table
- Favourite genre of music: Ska/Punk
- Favourite poet or writer: Victor Hugo
- MP3 player of choice: Creative Zen!
- Shell of choice: ...?
- Wallpaper of choice: The 'Bear Cavalry' demotivational poster
- Skin of choice: ...my own...?
- Favourite game: Panzer Dragoon Orta
- Favourite gaming platform: Xbox 360
- Favourite cartoon character: Dave The Barbarian
- Personal Quote: As long as there is still rhythm, there will always be creation
- Tools of the Trade: A Number Two Pencil!...and some paper...preferrably white, but I'm not racist or anything
- Email: dragonillusion666@hotmail.com
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It has absolutely nothing to do with feeling like it or not. It is not what I say but what you hear. The entirety of Mundus is staring at a handkerchief and calling it a hacksaw.
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O HAI!
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With My Unknown Past Laid Out Before Me
And My Predetermined Future Set Behind Me
I Boldly Step Sideways Into The Present
HOW R U?
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It has absolutely nothing to do with feeling like it or not. It is not what I say but what you hear. The entirety of Mundus is staring at a handkerchief and calling it a hacksaw.
Yourself?
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With My Unknown Past Laid Out Before Me
And My Predetermined Future Set Behind Me
I Boldly Step Sideways Into The Present
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It has absolutely nothing to do with feeling like it or not. It is not what I say but what you hear. The entirety of Mundus is staring at a handkerchief and calling it a hacksaw.
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With My Unknown Past Laid Out Before Me
And My Predetermined Future Set Behind Me
I Boldly Step Sideways Into The Present
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With My Unknown Past Laid Out Before Me
And My Predetermined Future Set Behind Me
I Boldly Step Sideways Into The Present
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