Yesterday was fully joke, dylan got owned in the face by josh with a dodgeball that was an epic shot but his heads not that hard to miss. Then in art i pwned daniel in the face, full on slapped him and my hand was covered in paste omg was joke, his face actually looked like a baboons arse after itd just dont a shit LOL.
After that it died a bit, and when i got home i just sprayed my bike and ate haribos :/ but today has been boring, theres fuck all to do so ive been doing my bike and watching transporter 3, fuck coursework if mrs moorhouse wants it done she can get of her jewish french wannabe ass and do it herself.
Lowe the beef. =D
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I tried to build a dog house, but i only had enough dogs to build 3 walls.
I'm on the corner waiting for a light to come on
that's when i know that you're alone
it's cold in the desert water never sees the ground
special ones walk without sound
told me you love me, that i'd never die alone
hand over your heart lets go on
everyone knowed it everyone has seen the signs
i've always been known to cross lines
i never cried when i was feeling down
ive always been scared of the sound
jesus don't love me no-one carried my load
im too young to feel this old
nobody knows
nobody sees
nobody but me.
Kings of Leon - Cold desert.
that's when i know that you're alone
it's cold in the desert water never sees the ground
special ones walk without sound
told me you love me, that i'd never die alone
hand over your heart lets go on
everyone knowed it everyone has seen the signs
i've always been known to cross lines
i never cried when i was feeling down
ive always been scared of the sound
jesus don't love me no-one carried my load
im too young to feel this old
nobody knows
nobody sees
nobody but me.
Kings of Leon - Cold desert.
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- Arnold, nottingham, United Kingdom
- Safe, my names tim im 16 and if you didn't guess from my blogs name im hairy :D My life would fall apart without music and people and it will soon be evident who these people are.
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Arctic Monkeys - Crying lightning - My Favorite Song
Outside the cafe by the cracker factory you were practicin' a magic trick
and my thoughts got rude as you talk and chewed
on the last of your pick and mix
said you're mistaken if your thinkin' that
i haven't been caught cold before as you bit into your strawberry lace
and then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper
is all you have left and it was goin' to waste
Your past times consisted of the strange and twisted and deranged
and i loved that little game you had called cryin' lightnin'
and how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
the next time that i caught my own reflection
it was on its way to meet you thinkin' of excuses to postpone
you never look like yourself from the side but your profile did not hide
the fact you knew i was approachin' your throne
with folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache
saw them, puff your chest out like you never lost a war
and though i try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
there was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
and your past times consisted of the strange and twisted and deranged
and i hate that little game you had called cryin' lightnin'
and how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons
uninvitin' but not half as impossible as everyones assumes
you are cryin' lightnin'
your past times consisted of the strange and twisted and deranged
and i hate that little game you had called cryin' lightnin', cryin' lightnin'
cryin' lightnin', cryin' lightnin'
your past times consisted of the strange and twisted and deranged
and i hate that little game you had called cryin' lightin'.
Arctic Monkeys - Crying Lightning
and my thoughts got rude as you talk and chewed
on the last of your pick and mix
said you're mistaken if your thinkin' that
i haven't been caught cold before as you bit into your strawberry lace
and then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper
is all you have left and it was goin' to waste
Your past times consisted of the strange and twisted and deranged
and i loved that little game you had called cryin' lightnin'
and how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
the next time that i caught my own reflection
it was on its way to meet you thinkin' of excuses to postpone
you never look like yourself from the side but your profile did not hide
the fact you knew i was approachin' your throne
with folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache
saw them, puff your chest out like you never lost a war
and though i try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
there was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
and your past times consisted of the strange and twisted and deranged
and i hate that little game you had called cryin' lightnin'
and how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons
uninvitin' but not half as impossible as everyones assumes
you are cryin' lightnin'
your past times consisted of the strange and twisted and deranged
and i hate that little game you had called cryin' lightnin', cryin' lightnin'
cryin' lightnin', cryin' lightnin'
your past times consisted of the strange and twisted and deranged
and i hate that little game you had called cryin' lightin'.
Arctic Monkeys - Crying Lightning
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