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The layout is down until I stop hating it... This might take a while.
Currently playing: Stars - Take Me To The Riot
.LINK BACK.
Just take it and go away, alright?
.LINK OUT.
Here are some pages I like. You should visit them.
One of these things is not a rockstar, but only a pathetic rock singer who's made nothing of himself and probably never will.
As if I hadn't already said that in the previous section. I hate inattentive people. And see, now you've made me mad, knowing I'll never measure up to an energy drink. Nice going.
I'm just another Hollywood casualty, sans the Hollywood part. I'm into anything that's addicting and borderline anorexic to top it off. I've got no car, no house, and a career that's going nowhere.
The thing I hate the most is that I was a normal child from a normal family and it absolutely didn't have to turn out this way. But I guess I just wasn't made to be a lawyer or doctor or banker. It was my own decision to move to New York and adopt all those (in my father's words) disgusting American mannerisms and quit school and ruin my life.
So basically, yes, I'm a disaster. At least I still have my music. That, and Jet...
We met a year ago, during one of our gigs. Jet was working as a bouncer at the time. We hit it off pretty quickly. Since then, we've had our arguments (usually regarding my health), but I think we'll last a long time, if she can bare the stress. And I hope she can... Because I really couldn't go on without her.
.PHOBIA.
Now I'm not a great fan of bugs, but there are several good things about Spyders. At the top of the list, of course, is the low price. Another is that they don't talk. And you must admit that they're cute, in a horrifying kind of way.
I found this little guy under my hotel bed one day. His name is Phobia because I'm oh so original.
.THE BAND.
That's our band. Just looking at these losers makes me uncomfortable. The little blue guy is Gaby Araphelle. He just came from Israel a few years ago. Draft dodging. we met in High School. Here he can be seen putting on his 'cute' act. He's only semi-insufferable, and he plays the drums pretty well.
The guy with the ridiculous hair is Glen Ariatus. We've been friends since pretty much forever. He's cool, but he tries too hard to please people, that's his problem. You really wouldn't know it from the looks of him, huh? He sings a bit, and plays the electric guitar.
Finally, that's me there in the corner, looking embarrassed. I sing and write songs. I'm not great, but better than Ariatus, so whatever.
Starting the band was actually my bright idea. It was during fifth period Geometry in grade 12 that I decided my future was in the music industry, and of course the guys were pretty easy to convince. And that's how, instead of completing our education and getting actual jobs, we ended up chasing gigs for pocket change for the last seven years. But I'm not giving up. Maybe all we need to get really good is someone decent on the keyboard...
And the band name? Ariatus's idea. We were in a bookstore. He isn't very original, but it sounded pretty good, so we went with it anyway.
.OTHERS.
Now keep in mind that I don't like anyone else enough to remember their names or anything, so...
This lady is the boss of the house I stay at sometimes. She lets me stay for free because I'm a family friend or something. She's ok, but she gets really angry when someone forgets to take off their shoes.
Some kind of robot. She breaks things a lot and talks in an annoying manner, always ending her sentences with 'end'. She never stops with that unsettling smile, either.
Another tenant of that house. She keeps flirting with me. Apparently she does that to everyone. I think her name is Cloud or Sun or some dumb thing like that. And she has freaky eyes. What's up with that?
The other chick's sister. They don't like each other very much. This one is pretty much never home. She keeps going adventuring with some Zafara. Don't know how he bears her. I've never seen a more childish person. Also, she talks funny.
I don't know this guy's actual name, but he calls himself Dalí. How stuck up. Other than that, though, we're two kindred souls. He considers himself to be an artist, but he's not very good at what he does, either. And he stays in the basement of that place once or twice a week, so I guess his art isn't really doing anything for him, either.
I think that's everyone... Anyway, if there's anyone else, they're probably not worth mentioning.
Grey skies and light fading
Headlamps making patterns on the wall
Uptown it's dead now, but
Out here no one seems to care at all
Slick girls and sick boys and
Each one lining up to take it home
They hold tight their coin and
They pray no one has to see the fall
I'm there, yeah
I serve them
The one with the empty looking eyes
Come closer, you'll see me
The face that is used to telling lies
Saturday nights in neon lights
Sunday in the cell
Pills enough to make me feel ill
Cash enough to make me well
Take me, take me to the riot
Take me, take me to the riot
Take me, take me to the riot
Take me...
You sprung me, I'm grateful
I love when you tell me not to speak
I owe you but I know you
You'll have me back but it's gonna take a week
What now, kid?
Which way, love?
Will we ever make up and be friends?
Good news is
My shoes is
Lined with all my nickels and my tens
Let's do them
Just feed me
I hate when I have to go to sleep
You despise me and I love you
It's not much but it's just enough to keep
Saturday nights in neon lights
Sunday in the cell
Pills enough to make me feel ill
Cash enough to make me well
Take me, take me to the riot
Take me, take me to the riot
Take me, take me to the riot
And let me stay...
Thanks, Kerrypants, for those last two pics. At least someone listens.
I'm sure I don't have to tell you not to steal, alter, enter in the bc, claim as your own work, etc etc.
Customs are OPEN
Basic colors: 51/51. Customs: 10. Enjoy.
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.CUSTOMS.
I'm sure I don't have to tell you not to steal, alter, enter in the bc, claim as your own work, etc etc.
Customs are OPEN
Custom count: 20.
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