What a skeletal wreck of man this is. Translucent flesh and feeble bones, the kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic domes. Running rampid with free thought to free form, and the free and clear. When the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at alaundry mat to sift and focus on the bigger, better, now. We all have a little sin that needs venting, virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems are rippedfrom the branches of office, do you know where your post entails? Do you serve a purpose, or purposely serve? When in doubt inside your atavistic allure, the value of a summer spent, and a winter earned. For the rest of us, there is always Sunday.The day of the week the reeks of rest, but all we do is catch our breath, so we can wade naked in the bloody pool, and place our hand on the big, black book. To watch the knives zigzag between our aching fingers. A vacation is a countdown, T minus your life andcounting, time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube, and hope you get a taste. W H A T THE FUCK IS ALL THIS FOR?WHAT THE HELL’S GOING ON? SHUT UP! I can go on and on but lets move on, shall we? Say, your me, and I’m you, and they all watch the things we do, and like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs, haven’t felt like this in years. The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse, let me go, and punch me into the dead spout again. That’s where you go when there’s no one else around, it’s just you, and there was never anyone to begin with, now was there? Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with their thumb on the pulse, and a finger on the trigger. C L A S S I F I E D MY ASS! THAT’S A FUCKING SECRET, AND YOU KNOW IT! Government is another way to say better…than…you. It’s like ice but no pick, a murder charge that won’t stick, it’s like a whole other world where you can smell the food, but you can’t touch the silverware. Huh, what luck. Fascism you can vote for. Humph, isn’t that sweet? And we’re all gonna die some day, because that’s the American way, and I’ve drunk too much, and said too little, when your gaffer taped in themiddle, say a prayer, say a face, get your self together and see what’s happening. S H U T UP! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! I’m sorry, I could go on and on buttheir times to move on so, remember: you’re a wreck, an accident. Forget the freak, your just nature. Keep the gun oiled, and the temple cleaned shit snort, and blaspheme, let the heads cool, and the engine run. Because in the end, everything we do, is just everything we’ve done. Stone Sour
I'd learned that some things are best kept secret.
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Nicholas Sparks
True friends are those who came into your life, saw the most negative part of you, but are not ready to leave you, no matter how contagious you are to them.
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Michael Bassey Johnson
I never lie, " I said offhand. "At least not to those I don't love.
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Anne Rice
When I like people immensely I never tell their names to anyone. It is like surrendering a part of them. I have grown to love secrecy.
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Oscar Wilde
Ronan's second secret was Adam Parrish.
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Maggie Stiefvater
More Quotes By Stone Sour
Freedom's just a word today Freedom's just a word When someone takes your word away It's seldom ever heard So take a sentence full of things you're not supposed to say Carry on, but don't write them down or you'll be gone
I could never be your god And I don't even think I want the job anymore
I'm looking at you through the glass Don't know how much time has past Oh God it feels like forever But no one tells that forever feels like home Sitting all alone in your head
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I will give you anything to say you want to stay, you want me too. Say you'll never die, you'll always haunt me. I want to know I belong to you Say you'll haunt me...
