So, Im SUCH a bad ass, Im going to Vegas this weekend. With NO money. Don't worry friends, I'll bet a dollar for each of you.
I feel better today. But something IS wrong. Im going to fix it and fix it good.
And holy shit. "To kill a mocking bird" is REALLY good. They should give it some kinda award. Hell they should make a movie out of it!
Spiders, gold and silver rings, all adorn the fallen king.
Halls of wind and glass and stone, surround the knotty oaken throne.
Once a sword held high in might, seard the gaze as it caught the light, now sits below the rotting spurs, of an acient figure wrapped in furs.
The kingdom now, no longer there and a heavy dampness blights the air, green pastures now have turned to black, the trees are limp there branches slack.
Long ago the betrayel came, but still a curse equates his name. A people wiped out from the land, at the wave of there masters hand. Gold and silver he was told, would be his own to see and hold. The word he gave on that day would now forever with him stay. For he spoke aloud and got his pay, and watched his people die that day.
Kingdome gone, people all dead. A MISTAKE! He thought as the soil turened red. He wnet to his keep the clouds growing thick, he walked to the stair, wind dowsing each wick. He sat in the darkness there on his old throne. A leader with nothing, cold and alone.
Waiting for death the storm starts to sing, a song of
regret for this fallen king.
Macminstral
I feel better today. But something IS wrong. Im going to fix it and fix it good.
And holy shit. "To kill a mocking bird" is REALLY good. They should give it some kinda award. Hell they should make a movie out of it!
Spiders, gold and silver rings, all adorn the fallen king.
Halls of wind and glass and stone, surround the knotty oaken throne.
Once a sword held high in might, seard the gaze as it caught the light, now sits below the rotting spurs, of an acient figure wrapped in furs.
The kingdom now, no longer there and a heavy dampness blights the air, green pastures now have turned to black, the trees are limp there branches slack.
Long ago the betrayel came, but still a curse equates his name. A people wiped out from the land, at the wave of there masters hand. Gold and silver he was told, would be his own to see and hold. The word he gave on that day would now forever with him stay. For he spoke aloud and got his pay, and watched his people die that day.
Kingdome gone, people all dead. A MISTAKE! He thought as the soil turened red. He wnet to his keep the clouds growing thick, he walked to the stair, wind dowsing each wick. He sat in the darkness there on his old throne. A leader with nothing, cold and alone.
Waiting for death the storm starts to sing, a song of
regret for this fallen king.
Macminstral
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We made it. You' re a bad motherfucker. From now on I think you are my permanent brother in all productions. Really great working with you and I hope it is not the last time. I have added you to the Rolodex and will keep my eyes wide open for shit I think you'll rock. I also really enjoyed our discussion after class while Alice and her cronies were bagging on me and that dude was working up the courage to come talk to you.
Kisses,
Setho