

LondonLondonLondon
In this city, Living in their own world, People bustle by, Side to side, Just moving on.
In this city, We strive to survive, Get a job, Live a normal life, Just moving on.
In this city, Men are made, And men are broken, But we are all, Just moving on.
In this city, We call home, We will live, And we will die, Just moving on.


Magic PillsMagic PillsMagic Pills
Chickens fly high, With drugs in their eyes, Small children cry, As their favourite aunt dies.
Alcohol and heroine, Make the perfect mix, Just ask Harry the skeleton, Or Charlie made of sticks.
Andrew flew away, On a magic carpet, He was shot down by a ray, Drowned in a tar pit.
In my dreams I talk, To squirrels all day long, These pills in my pocket, Give me many good times.
Strange feelings, I lie in a bed of feathers, Yet I can still feel one pea, I wear a coat of many leathers, &n


Inadequate.Once upon a rising sun, With skies of warming grey, Sat a girl, at her desk, I feel inadequate today. Says she, who is not ugly, Says she who is not sad, Says she who is not hungry, But says she, I am not glad. She searches far and further wide, Upon her glowing screen, Some sights she steps in awe across; Are the best shes ever seen. And as she submits her soul away, From every drop and part, Says she I feel inadequate, On the wondrous deviantArt.Inadequate.
&nb


The Nerd at DarkOur Sun hides behind a small revolving rock, Our Earth is no more to he. Our Moon glares down at sleeping folk People like you and me. In the darkest hours of a summer day, And the best of vision is hard to see. Our geek or weed or four-eyed nerd,The Nerd at Dark
Is smashing down robots on his PS3.
Fuck, he says so elegantly, As hes pulped unto the ground. No way! he cries in silent rage, As the robots all surround. And when he taps the X to shoot, Like his life depends so dearly. He feels inanity run through his veins. He has
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Are you an artist?! [link] Click here for 2010 Project! [link] If you're not an artist?! *whispers* I think you've stumbled upon the wrong part of the internet.
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Death is no limit, just an excuse.
p.s IM GUNNA DO SOMETHING THATLL MAKE YOU JEALOUSSSS!
Oh yeah, and me too. Hehe.
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Meus umbra te amo,
sed hodie ego te amisit
et ego sum lacrimas.
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