There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship’s smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re sayin’.
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.
Sometimes I wish I could hold onto this numbness. Things would be so much easier that way.
June 23, 2006 - 8:35 am - Bank of America is a fucking RIP OFF!! This place doesn’t give a rats ass about any of you. And this SCHEME they have dreamed up (and are patenting!) is a complete fucking RIP OFF to train you gerbils tha they call their customers. If you all are are excited about making $5 a day scheming gas stations with transactions of charging $1.01 of gass 50 times, you need to get a fucking life!!! LOL!!!
January 13, 2006 - 8:03 pm - That song just rox!
January 12, 2006 - 10:35 am - Oh wow...that really stinks! One of my friends sold his dead iPod on eBay for $70 -- I bet there's someone out there who would buy it from you if you still have it!
January 12, 2006 - 6:58 am - Did I tell you that my ipod pooped out on me 13 monthes after I got it? No apple warranty, just dead and done.
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