Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Bass-Clap, Bass... Bass-Clap

I am absent-minded.
It don't matter 'cos I have no sex life
And all I want to do now is inject my ex-wife

OHAI!
I don't really know what to say.
"Frustrated fireworks inside my head"
My brother just bought The Bake Sale album by The Cool Kids.
Dad: "What kind of music is that?"
Ginx: "Um... Black people music."

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It's Christmas time, and the needles on the tree
A skinny Santa is bringing something to me
His voice is overwhelming, but his speech is slurred
And I only understand every other word
Poetry and lyrics at its finest.
Elliott Smith, if only you didn't stab yourself to death.
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Every night I'd pray that you'd try harder.

ginx vicioux

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