maybe its them or, maybe its me or, maybe its maybeline

Mar. 22, 2007 - all the amazing stuff in one! whoop whoop!

lets start with a song, shall we?

we're all burning alive (burning alive). no one is special anymore (no one). your education assembly line (descending). cap and gown, i hope you're happy. this is not being alive, this is not life. i dare you to open your eyes. place one finger to my bottomless negativity, it only gets worse from here, it only gets worse. not a single one of you realizes you are bleeding to death, this is your utopia: a culture geared for perpetual meaningless. we offer ignorance and feeble mindedness, to idols made of stone and proclaim: "we are an entire generation of injured children". screaming in a whisper "someone save us from ourselves." slit wrists. realize you are bleeding to death. realize you are bleeding.

now for a joke

My colleague and I were eating our lunch in our cafeteria, when we overheard one of the administrative assistants talking about the sunburn she got on her weekend drive to the shore.  She drove down in a convertible, but "didn't think she'd get sunburned because the car was moving."
 
now for some updated pics:

and i was gonna put a music video, but i couldnt decide on one. any special request?

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Mar. 20, 2007 - im alive im alive

here are some pics to prove it lol

now for an underoath song

It happened all so fast, heavy with sleep, my eyes closed...
The next thing I remember was crawling out from the car,
And seeing you lying there
Holding your head, kissing you for the last time
The taste of blood on my lips...
Your clothes torn apart, perfumed with gas
It seems like it was yesterday when the rain poured down
I can still hear your screams as if it was happening all over again

Saturday, December 4th:
That night would become a grave,
That would crush my heart
Joy and laughter exchanged for grief, and silence.
Searching for so long to find you,
And the moment I did, you were ripped from me...
Laying here on this empty shelf never to be read again
In these pages lies every memory of you
The wind blew your heart over my eyes,
And I slept for days praying not to awake,
But these dreams can only last so long.
Facing the day looking through these tears
I'll always look back and remember that night...
(... ? ...)

Looking over that casket, seeing your face..
Times of past rushing by..
Touching your cold hand, wishing it would touch me back
You look so pretty lying there, just like the first day we met

It feels so real; like old times, but it's nothing, it's nothing...

I can taste the stale air on my tongue.
And death lights up the sky.
Hope finds itself it and it ends, stopping at my thoughts
Pictures of you help bring back the tears

Walking in the present, but living in the past
How much longer will I embrace sorrow?

From the moment that you entered my life
My whole outlook on love would change

You brought out a happiness I didn't even know I had,
And now you've gone, leaving without a goodbye...