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Name: "Mo"
Country: United States
State: Pennsylvania
Metro: Northampton
Gender: Female
Interests: ///// Grunge, Hard rock, Bass Guitar, Classic rock, some Alt, Metal / some goth metal, Soft rock [anything of genuine rock. ask me for bands i like.] department-store music, records + cds, music that drones/ has artistic lyrics. [ingenuity]
concerts, hearts, thunder and rain, scents, perfume, LOVE, Poetry, prone to sadness, sarcasm, jewelry, karma, eyes, art that makes you think, hot showers, bargains and knick-knacks, deep-thinking, anti-cliche, mood swings, etc...
Expertise: MY MOOD IS:
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AIM:  CrematoriumPyre
Member Since:
2/25/2005
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| im in a faith no more mood...they have good lyrics actually. some are better than others [The Cowboy Song lyrics are better than I Wanna Fuck Myself] but overall they are all good. plus they are a sound that stays fresh. i needed a break from kataklysm but i like them so much. still we need a break sometimes. and if you dont think so and are high-and-mighty on just like thrash or whatever the hell you listen to, youre ignorant. no, actually you try too hard to "be metal." thats someone i know thats been bugging me. im sick of everyone. esp john brown from the white rapper show. there is no ghetto revival honey. but people in school tend to bother me. im not heated right now so i cant rant but it blows. | | |
| every weekend for the past 3 wks ive been sick. first with a bad cold, thebn a stomach virus, now this ear infection thing. its not as bad as last night; last night it hurt like abitch and i had to use a heating pad. but thank god i just can hear well out of that ear rather than that horrible pain again. supercharger is playing tonight and im missing it damnit. ohwell wouldnt be the first time wont be the last. Pedal to the metal, led on my feet, engine roaring, turn up the heat
A roadrace to hell, on crashcourse with sin, a package of spells, bet and you'll win
A date with the devil, close to the heat, people are dancing and Jesus the meat
A date with the devil, close to the heat, people are laughing and drums play the beat
[Chorus:]
l am the bastard son - evil inborn, Satan in tip-top, from head to toe
Just look at me, sense my blitz, down riding route 666
Semi-automatic, a delicate show, gotta keep running, a few miles to go
Hook up a motel, I need some sleep, before joining in as his black fucking sheep
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| my favorite ring broke. the one i wear everyday...it has my astrological sign on it, Cancer the Crab. i mean sure there are other things that go into your horoscope like the Ascendent etc, but that was the basis of what i am...and i dont think i can find that ring again. BITCH!!! lol. | | |
| i dont even wanna go to bed tonight because i know ill be uncomfortable. i hate being sick. i guess im sick. my thraot pain has gone away because of the advil...but my nose keeps running and i cough. i also dont wanna go to bed cause i know my week will speed by so fast again and ill have the long weekend. and i dont wanna work but i know it isnt as bad as i make it out to be. i feel alone again. i need a best friend. but i do have one...but i want more. | | |
| i hate being used. and i hate being frustrated but hey who doesnt? i just cant say no, and when i do i sound like a bitch. well, frankly my dear, so be it. "it's not a threat; it's a promise." | | |
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