punk I hereby ban the use of the term "cloud" to describe any IT-related service or architecture.
I’m private
Trying to get back into drawing, so I doodled a little bird.
Not sure what kind of bird it's supposed to be; a doodle bird, I guess.
Edit:
On the ceiling there's a feeling and its spreading like ink
That is slowly spilling out from the well
And all the guilt that you felt smiling down from above
With a pit inside you deeper than Hell
And it's a crime all the time you spent blaming yourself
All is fine in the shine of mystery and doubt
And I tried, I tried, I tried to explain they're in vain but it's no fucking help
All alone with the voices in your head
Skin and bones Hell knows all the poison that you've been fed
All alone with the voices in your head
In the dark as you walk hand in hand with the living dead
The living dead
On the floor by the door there's a sliver of light
And a pair of cloven feet standing there
And there's a knock as the clock strikes 3:33, as you awaken to a living nightmare
And it's a shame that you blame your bad luck on a girl
You destroy and rejoice as you fuck up the world and
I scream, I scream, I scream and I dream of the day that you're finally gone
I escaped to a place called Babylon
Through the gates face to face with the seven-headed one
I escaped to a place called Babylon
Never to return I'm here to burn eternally home sweet home
I needed this...so much.
Not sure what kind of bird it's supposed to be; a doodle bird, I guess.
Edit:
On the ceiling there's a feeling and its spreading like ink
That is slowly spilling out from the well
And all the guilt that you felt smiling down from above
With a pit inside you deeper than Hell
And it's a crime all the time you spent blaming yourself
All is fine in the shine of mystery and doubt
And I tried, I tried, I tried to explain they're in vain but it's no fucking help
All alone with the voices in your head
Skin and bones Hell knows all the poison that you've been fed
All alone with the voices in your head
In the dark as you walk hand in hand with the living dead
The living dead
On the floor by the door there's a sliver of light
And a pair of cloven feet standing there
And there's a knock as the clock strikes 3:33, as you awaken to a living nightmare
And it's a shame that you blame your bad luck on a girl
You destroy and rejoice as you fuck up the world and
I scream, I scream, I scream and I dream of the day that you're finally gone
I escaped to a place called Babylon
Through the gates face to face with the seven-headed one
I escaped to a place called Babylon
Never to return I'm here to burn eternally home sweet home
I needed this...so much.
She’s quite literally the girl of my dreams.
I see her every now and then; not always in the same situation, not always part of the same story. I’ve never seen her face, or at least I don’t remember it. I only know two things about her: she has dark hair, and she cares deeply for me.
Dreams are strange. Some primeval part of your brain knows that what you’re going through is not real, but yet the sensations and emotions are palpable, almost indistinguishable from the real thing. I can feel her. For a brief period of time, she is real.
I wake and desperately try to grasp at the fleeting memories of my time with her. They fade until barely anything is left except blurred images and a sense of profound loss for something that never existed.
I wonder if she is my soul mate. Is something trying to tell me that she’s out there, that I shouldn’t lose hope? I know that we haven’t met. Had we, something tells me I could see and remember her face. If I ever find her, will I know her? Will she know me?
Here, I am lonesome and out of place. But in my dreams…
I see her every now and then; not always in the same situation, not always part of the same story. I’ve never seen her face, or at least I don’t remember it. I only know two things about her: she has dark hair, and she cares deeply for me.
Dreams are strange. Some primeval part of your brain knows that what you’re going through is not real, but yet the sensations and emotions are palpable, almost indistinguishable from the real thing. I can feel her. For a brief period of time, she is real.
I wake and desperately try to grasp at the fleeting memories of my time with her. They fade until barely anything is left except blurred images and a sense of profound loss for something that never existed.
I wonder if she is my soul mate. Is something trying to tell me that she’s out there, that I shouldn’t lose hope? I know that we haven’t met. Had we, something tells me I could see and remember her face. If I ever find her, will I know her? Will she know me?
Here, I am lonesome and out of place. But in my dreams…
I'm gonna get me on an aeroplane
And fly me far from all this rain
I'm a lonely king in an empty palace
Cause I'm loving Sunny in Dallas
Cold sleepless nights can get the best of me
Cold lonesome days will get the rest of me
Once upon a time my heart was calloused
Before I met Sunny in Dallas
But Sunny ain't in Dallas anymore
She packed her things and headed far out west
Now she's loving life and living more
Closer to the place her heart can rest
I never had a place to call my own
I never felt that I was quite at home
I should've known from the start
That home was in my heart
When I'm with her I'm home
When I'm with her I'm home
We can't afford to pay our heating bill
If I keep her warm she'll love me still
I look back on the early times when I was
With my dear Sunny in Dallas
But Sunny ain't in Dallas anymore
She packed her things and headed far out west
Now she's loving life and living more
Closer to the place her heart can rest
But Sunny ain't in Dallas anymore
She packed her things and headed far out west
Now she's loving life and living more
Closer to the place her heart can rest
Now she's closer to the place her heart can rest
And fly me far from all this rain
I'm a lonely king in an empty palace
Cause I'm loving Sunny in Dallas
Cold sleepless nights can get the best of me
Cold lonesome days will get the rest of me
Once upon a time my heart was calloused
Before I met Sunny in Dallas
But Sunny ain't in Dallas anymore
She packed her things and headed far out west
Now she's loving life and living more
Closer to the place her heart can rest
I never had a place to call my own
I never felt that I was quite at home
I should've known from the start
That home was in my heart
When I'm with her I'm home
When I'm with her I'm home
We can't afford to pay our heating bill
If I keep her warm she'll love me still
I look back on the early times when I was
With my dear Sunny in Dallas
But Sunny ain't in Dallas anymore
She packed her things and headed far out west
Now she's loving life and living more
Closer to the place her heart can rest
But Sunny ain't in Dallas anymore
She packed her things and headed far out west
Now she's loving life and living more
Closer to the place her heart can rest
Now she's closer to the place her heart can rest
Worst customer service mistake ever: send me a cut-and-paste knowledge base article in response to my legitimate request for help. Bonus points: make sure the article really has nothing to do with what I need. Extra bonus points: blame me or my PC for the error when it's clearly your issue.
*twitch*
Update: They re-posted the album and the track downloads fine now. S'prise! Hear ye, hear ye customer service types: don't fuck with punk!
*twitch*
Update: They re-posted the album and the track downloads fine now. S'prise! Hear ye, hear ye customer service types: don't fuck with punk!
It's been a long time since I've been steamrolled this hard by a cold. Out for a week with an awful cough and a stuffy nose. I'm at about 80% now, and started taking Mucinex to clear up my lungs yesterday. That stuff makes my head fuzzy. 
