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The summary of my life:

Ah Keep your eyes on the road,
Your hands upon the wheel.
Keep your eyes on the road
Your hands upon the wheel.
Yeah, we're going to the roadhouse,
Gonna have a real good-time.

Yeah, the back of the roadhouse,
They've got some bungalows.
Yeah, the back of the roadhouse,
They've got some bungalows.

They dance for the people
Who like to go down slow.

Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, all night long.

You gotta roll, roll, roll,
You gotta thrill my soul, alright.
Roll, roll, roll, roll-a
Thrill my soul.

Ashen-Lady.
Ashen-Lady.
Give up your vows.
Give up your vows.
Save our city.
Save our city.
Ah, right now.

Well, I woke up this morning
And I got myself a beer.
Well, I woke up this morning
And I got myself a beer.

The future's uncertain
And The End is always near.

Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, all night long


"I just want to get my kicks in before the whole shithouse goes up in flames."


Thoughts in my brain:

Drove back home tonight
Down lonely highways
Through unfolding fog
-Separate cold reality from dreams-
Wrapped in music from the lost.....

The music on the speakers:

Lifeboat

After all our dreams went down
Sinking for our very eyes
Still echoing the sound
Oh the frozen dreadful cries

Witnessed the passing of our only loves
Lose a barrel to the sea
Why did you choose my only love
It could of easily been me

But it seems there was some other plan
One I don't care to understand
In the refuge of these foreign arms
I could find your holy land

How can it be that we defy this tragedy
From this lifeboat in the dark
Is it wrong that we could come together
Wind and sorrow bear a spark

In our soul and desperation
Truest thing we'd ever known
But to admit that to have loved, would be blasphemy
Just to show we had our ground

How can it be that we defy this tragedy
From this lifeboat in the dark
Is it wrong that we could come together
Wind and sorrow bear a spark

How can it be that we defy this tragedy
From this lifeboat in the dark
Is it wrong that we could come together
Wind and sorrow bear a spark

How can it be that we defy this tragedy
From this lifeboat in the dark
Is it wrong that we could come together
Wind and sorrow bear a spark

And last but certainly not the least- the soundtrack of my mind:

Book of the Month

You and me are the disease and the germs are spreading
Use me like listerine, keeping your breath fresher
Feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank sheet of paper
I'm your book of the month, read the fine print later

We'll invent new four letter words
You are the bitter, I am the sweet
Run through the fields, sing with the birds
You are the griddle, I am the meat

I'll turn you on like the electric company
You are the bitter, I am the sweet
Flick on the switch and light your pilot light
You are the griddle, I am the meat

You and me are the disease and the germs are spreading
Use me like listerine, keeping your breath fresher
Feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank sheet of paper
I'm your book of the month, read the fine print later

We'll laugh away our golden years
You are the bitter, I am the sweet
We'll line the clouds with silver tears
You are the griddle, I am the meat

You and me are the disease and the germs are spreading
Use me like listerine, keeping your breath fresher
Feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank sheet of paper
I'm your book of the month, read the fine print later

You and me are the disease and the germs are spreading
Use me like listerine, keeping your breath fresher
Feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank sheet of paper
I'm your book of the month, read the fine print later

You are the bitter, I am the sweet
You are the griddle, I am the meat
You are the trick, I am the treat
You are the circus, I am the freak

You are the bitter, I am the sweet
You are the griddle, I am the meat
You are the trick, I am the treat
You are the circus, I am the freak

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SO my favorite album of all-time has just been reissued...NIN The Downward Spiral remixed and remastered w/a bunch of rare material that I already have anyways...yet I know I will still be compelled to buy this album

Tommorow I go in for another ink session on my back. I hope that this coloring session will not take quite as long as the last one, but I pretty much count on being inked for several hours....probably about a good four hours....so that way you know if I look a little pale tommorow evening, its from loss of blood.