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All my friends are smoking
All my friends are smoking
All my friends are smoking
And I'm pulling out my hair
All my friends are plague-infested
All us girls have been molested
Nobody is getting tested
Nobody is interested
They just want to sit and smoke
Nothing's funny, life's a joke
All the grown-ups selling coke
And all my friends are smoking
All my friends are smoking
All my friends are smoking
All my friends are smoking
And I'm pulling out my hair
Straight-edge style sells real well
No one buys, recession's hell
Can't get away from the smell
Especially in San Rafael
21 shots an age old bet
All konked out we all forget
No one cares 'bout Minor Threat
And all my friends are smoking.
All my friends are smoking
All my friends are smoking
All my friends are smoking
And I'm pulling out my hair
All my friends are choking
All my friends are croaking
All my friends are smoking
And I'm pulling off my skin
All my friends are smoking
All my friends are smoking
And I'm pulling out my hair
All my friends are plague-infested
All us girls have been molested
Nobody is getting tested
Nobody is interested
They just want to sit and smoke
Nothing's funny, life's a joke
All the grown-ups selling coke
And all my friends are smoking
All my friends are smoking
All my friends are smoking
All my friends are smoking
And I'm pulling out my hair
Straight-edge style sells real well
No one buys, recession's hell
Can't get away from the smell
Especially in San Rafael
21 shots an age old bet
All konked out we all forget
No one cares 'bout Minor Threat
And all my friends are smoking.
All my friends are smoking
All my friends are smoking
All my friends are smoking
And I'm pulling out my hair
All my friends are choking
All my friends are croaking
All my friends are smoking
And I'm pulling off my skin
Literature
Gay Pride
Go ahead and look away
As you vomit on the graves of
Those lovers who died young,
Others tears will wash their names
Clean of your bile and disrespect
…I would slap you if I was from
Your side of the tracks,
With every second of impending doom
Scream at you to put on your 3D glasses
And check out the view
And you're pushing me up against
A chain link fence
And asking me what's my problem
While I wonder how I can be proud of something
That gets me nothing but black eyes
And broken hearts.
Literature
Bisexual
I believe in love and that it has no gender.
I am a bisexual and i am not afraid to speak.
Call me gay, call me lesbian, call me a dyke;
I do not care.
Confused I am not nor is it a phase.
Since I was little, I have known.
Their long hair and alluring body,
oh, they make me flutter.
Boys are quite different;
my preference is girls.
The nice ones are quite cute
when their personality shines through.
So there you know it.
I am out of the closet.
Love me or hate me,
I do not care.
Literature
Bind
This is an art -
it takes skill,
practice, an ability
to endure torture.
Confinement.
Awkwardly squeeze
your arms through
thick layers of
compression fabric;
you very nearly need
to unhinge your shoulders.
Breathe deep,
will your ribs
to concave just a bit.
Pull this prison down,
crushing your torso,
perfecting it for a time.
You fel like you're
suffocating; your ribs
are breaking -
they have to be.
You curse this
horrible thing.
But then you dress
and look in a mirror
and you're one step
closer to looking like
YOU.
It's something worth
the risk
of broken ribs and
upper respiratory illness,
if for those few
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Wrote this about being in the psych ward. The girl from San Rafael made it a point to tell everyone how much of a stoner she was.
To be played very quickly and very VERY loudly. Tune optional.
To be played very quickly and very VERY loudly. Tune optional.
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Nice!