* WITH THE LIGHTS OFF, IT'S LESS DANGEROUS .,
Mar 30, 2010 10:55:52 GMT -5
Post by chloe on Mar 30, 2010 10:55:52 GMT -5
jasper f. sylvain ,
[/color][/i]CAN BE REACHED AT ( 718 ) SIX FOUR FOUR - TWO TWO NINE ONE[/size][/color]
"
so, yeah, it's jasper. but obviously, you knew that if you're calling my phone.
[ loud music in the background ] i'm probably working and shit right now, not
at all partying or whatever. [ someone yells in the background, ' jasper, we're
about to start the beer games!' ] ... i have to go. [ glass breaking in the back ]
leave a message and i'll call you back, maybe, if i'm not too hung over in the
morning. meaning, i probably won't call. THANK YOU, COME AGAIN. [ beep ]"[/color][/font]
YOU HAVE REACHED NAME PLEASE LEAVE A MESSAGE AFTER THE TONE[/color][/font][/size]
default ringer. - - - - - - - i almost told you that i loved you, papa roach.
"you know i love it when you're down on your knees. & i'm a junkie for
the way that you please. you shut me up when you swallow me down.
my back to the wall, you're going to town. i almost told you that i loved
you. thank god i didn't, 'cos it would've been a lie. i say the damnedest
things when you're on top of me. i almost told you that i loved you. i hate"
text message.[/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - in bloom, nirvana.
"sell the kids for food, weather changes moods. spring is here again.
reproductive glands. he’s the one who likes all our pretty songs. and
he likes to sing along and he likes to shoot his gun, but he knows not
what it means, knows not what it means when i say he's the one who
likes all our pretty songs and he likes to sing along and he likes to
shoot his gun, but he knows not what it means, knows not what it"
missed call.[/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - hurt, johnny cash.
"i hurt myself today to see if i still feel. i focused on the pain; the only
thing that's real. the needle tears a hole; the old familiar sting. tried
to kill it all away, but i remember everything. what have i become, my
sweetest friend? everyone i know goes away in the end. and you can
have it all; my empire of dirt. i will let you down; i will make you hurt."
voice mail.[/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - bitch, dope.
"there's something about the way we slide. there's something about
this psycho ride. there's something about the things we do; something's
got me and i just can't seem to choose. one, two, fuck you. never say
no. i'm ready to go. we're out of control, but i can't let you go. there's
something about the way we fit. there's something about this psycho
bitch. the one i love, i hate, but the sex is great. the one i love, i hate,
but the sex is great. the one i love, i hate. i could suffocate. the one i
love, i hate but the sex is great. love to hate you, hate you, bitch.
media message.[/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - narcolepsy, third eye blind.
"i read dead russian authors, volumes at a time. i write everything
down, except what's on my mind. 'cause my greatest fear is the su-
cking sound. and then i know i'll never get back out. and there's a
bone in my hand that connects to a drink in a crowded room where
the glasses clink. and i'll buy you a beer and we'll drink it deep be-
cause that keeps me from falling asleep. i said, "how'd you like to be
alone and drowning?" still, i find this narcolepsy slides into another"[/font][/color]
CONTACTS ARE LOADING...CONTACTS ARE LOADING...CONTACTS ARE LOADING...[/color]
ONE ,, OPEN && TWO ,, OPEN && THREE ,, OPEN && FOUR ,, OPEN && FIVE ,, OPEN &&
SIX ,, OPEN && SEVEN ,, OPEN && EIGHT ,, JOEY && NINE ,, CHELSEA
joseph elijah murdoch ,[/font][/i][/color]
EIGHT - - - DOOMSDAY BY ATREYU[/color]
seems that doomsday has come early
this year. the last angel has gone. i
can't remember the last time i cried.
the last angel has gone home.[/size]
chelsea erin bray ,[/font][/i][/color]
NINE - - - HOLLYWOOD WHORE BY PAPA ROACH[/color]
awake by noon, drunk by four. sucked
up in the show biz. you're so lame, you're
such a bore, i wanna kick your teeth in.
plastic smile, to match your style.[/size]
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THIS PRETTY LITTLE TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY YOU'RE NOT IN ON
THE JOKE[/color] (AKA ELIZABETH) AT CAUTION 2.0. YEAH, SO DON'T
STEAL IT. THE LYRICS WERE WRITTEN BY MAX BEMIS[/color] (AKA SAY
ANYTHING), BECAUSE HE'S EPIC. DON'T REMOVE THIS CREDIT
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