And  I  got a nice treat for myself :D




NOMNONOMNOM!
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Fuck the holiday season.
Fuck buying gifts for people.
Fuck having to write out 8,573,482 fucking Christmas lists for different people who all say, "Make sure you only put down items that no one else has for sure bought you!"
Fuck having to arrange rides to go shopping.
Fuck having no money to buy shit with.
Fuck not having a chance for decorate my fucking Christmas tree.
Fuck not even going out to look at Christmas lights.
Fuck working not having another day off until Christmas (I work Christmas Eve).
Fuck the fact that no stores having the two movies or two CDs that my fiancé wants.
Fuck snotty fucking Wal-Mart employees who don't have a fucking clue to what the hell they even sell in their retarded little department.
Fuck slow walking people who make trips to the mall doubly annoying.
Fuck the insanely long lines everywhere.
Fuck all of the gay people at the mall yelling at me to try their product. I DON'T FUCKING WANT FANCY THINGS FOR MY NAILS OR HAIR THANK YOU VERY FUCKING MUCH. I WANT TO GET THE HELL OUT OF THE MALL SO STOP FUCKING TALKING TO ME.
Fuck stupid people giving me looks.
Fuck trying to arrange to see family when everyone has such a full schedule and it's nearly impossible to arrange things.
Fuck the ridiculously annoying retarded holiday music that gets played constantly at my work. Honestly, whose fucking idea was it to have an Alvin and Chipmunks Christmas song? Does anyone actually like that shit? And dogs barking out Christmas carols? I'm sorry, I thought dogs barking was fucking classified under "annoying noises." Hey, next year why don't you fucking release cars honking in the tune of We Wish You a Merry Christmas, or fucking babies crying out Silent Night? You fucking idiots.
Fuck not getting Christmas cards sent in time.
Fuck people who insist that they don't want anything for Christmas even though they're getting me something and will probably be hurt if I actually did get them nothing. Seriously, we both fucking know that I'm going to have to get you something, you're just fucking making it way harder for me because I have absolutely no idea what to get you.
Fuck everything being sold out.
Fuck.
Fuck.
FUCK!

So first I was like PARTYYYYYY! because rage against the machine is Christmas number 1 in the UK.

5 minutes later i'm Bummed out because Brittney Murphy has died. WORSE MIX OF EMOTIONS EVER

p.s Hello again ;)

i forget why i bother
then i remember
that i'm bothered
so i continue on

oh oh oh oh
my legs are weary
they've walkin' aimlessly around
the cracks in the street are the same
and everything in this town is to blame
i feel like i should fly away
but you have to learn how to fly
and im scared of being high above
because im so used to being down below
my life is subterranean
i could use a little less sunshine
and a little more night time
thats usually the better time
but its all to no use anyway
all these things i say
they are really only for me anyway

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an embryo floats through space
between the galaxies
thriving off the meaningless gravity
so free to fly, why come down
there is a finite feeling
to being stuck on the ground

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i've been stranded
in this civil war town
every corner branded with violence
these rotten streets of ambivalence

vapid vapor emotions
fog the frenzied houses
luring the injured spirits
in and out of death

back and forth march the massacred feet
no beat, just the endless refrain
so stained, with the desperate toil
all to spoil, they marched in vain

in and out
back and forth
marched the massacred feet
violently colliding
with every war torn body
destroying the last of the city again
such a deadly refrain,
marched the massacred feet
on the rotten streets of ambivalence