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WAR-uh-what is it good for?War, they tell me when I ask what is it good for? it's regime change and oil prices and rearranging borders of control It makes great movies and heroes of us allWAR-uh-what is it good for?
And if we don't fight then the terrorists will win if you're not with us you're against us you may as well go blow up a bus because to support the other side is a sin
To drop cluster bombs is an act of war but strap on a vest packed with hate and you're an evil doer even if you both blow up a school
So I sit back and watch it all on TV I'll be damned if these aren't the best effec


A repurpose of an old ideaSomething gets lost when you translate What you mean to what you say From what you intend To what you doA repurpose of an old idea
So again despite my best intentions My worst actions shine though Lighting the crazy paving On my road to hell
There I stand in the pouring rain And I can't shake the feeling That given the chance I'd do it all again
And now, now I'm Humpty Dumpty Standing on that brick wall Waiting for it to fall And I've never felt so clever as I do right now.


.esreveR nI yrotS evoL AThis is unreal I just want you to hold me I need you to know that That I never let go.esreveR nI yrotS evoL A
This chapters done But the book's left unfinished My story's been broken Now we must start over
Just tell me That you jumped in With eyes wide open Eyes wide open That when we part We part with
Eyes wide open
We're fading fast We're ripples in the water Falling in to each other Until we're nothing
So here we lay In a carnival mirror image In a circus of night wish And a song to start over


A Day Less OrdinaryIt was a day just like any other day, insofar as it was not actually any other day than that one, but was probably closely related to most of the others. On this day quite like many other days but not actually another day, James Francis walked down the street with his friend Sally.A Day Less Ordinary
The day to him seemed to be like most others. The sky was blue, as it usually was, the grass as always looked green and he found that he could breathe the air and live. As he walked he was going to remark to Sally how nice this day quite like any other day actually was when, to the ordinary day’s surprise, something changed.
James fell un
| My name is Paul Burton and I work at the Grosvenors Casino in Gunwharf Quays, Portsmouth as a commis chef. The hours are make for night work by GMT standards which means I get back to the comfort of my PC by the time the evening shift has started on dA, stateside. While not at work I mostly sleep as is the way of the nocturnal wage slaves however when I'm not sleeping or working I'm either out taking photo's, writing (not so much of late) or on here. I'm a Gallery Director in the Photography teir which means I'm doing the regular search and destroy missions or DDing work which I see on my travels. |
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