Musical Survey!

Current Mood:  Curious

Music Shuffle Survey

- TO TAKE THIS SURVEY, SIMPLY PUT YOUR MUSIC PLAYER ON SHUFFLE -


- AND ANSWER THE QUESTIONS WITH THE TITLE OF THE SONG THAT COMES ON -


[it's better if you don't cheat and don't skip any songs.]

What is your name? Or what should your name be?: Savior (30 Seconds To Mars)How is your life going?: Hysteria (Muse)
What is your nickname?: No Surprise (Theory Of A Deadman)
What is your theme song?: See You In Hell (Voltaire)
What is your best friend's theme song?: Splinter (The Exies)
How is your life going to turn out?: Phase (Breaking Benjamin)
Will you get married?: Still Running (Chevelle)
Will you have kids?: Over You (Daughtry)
What will your job be?: Never There (Cake)
Did you/will you finish school?: Sooner Or Later (Breaking Benjamin)
Who is your best friend?: Set The Fire To The Third Bar (Snow Patrol)
Who is or will be your significant other?: High and Dry (Jamie Cullum)
Who do you like?: Knights Of Cydonia (Muse)
How will you die?: Paralyzer (Finger Eleven)
How do you feel right now?: How To Save A Life (The Fray)
What is your favorite song?: Strawberry Fields Forever (The Beatles/Across the Universe Soundtrack)
How could you describe your parents?: Collapse (Motograter)
Your best friend[s]?: I Stand Alone (Godsmack)
Your teachers?: Sweet Child 'O' Mine (Guns 'n' Roses)
Your significant other [or crush...]?: This Is The Last Time (Keane)
Yourself?: Time Of Dying (Three Days Grace)
What is your best feature?: Sally's Song (Nightmare Before Christmas)
What will you be / should you be, profession-wise?: Out Of Exile (Audioslave)
How could you describe this survey?: The Grouch (Green Day)
What makes you angry?: Dirrtylicious (Keane)
What makes you sad?: Straight Jacket Fashion (Chevelle)
What makes you happy?: Blow Me Away (Breaking Benjamin)
What makes you dance?: Dry Your Eyes Mate (The Streets)
What is your favorite color?: Heaven's A Lie (Lacuna Coil)
How would you describe yourself?: Broken (Seether feat. Amy Lee)
Who is your worst enemy?: A Beautiful Lie (30 Seconds To Mars)
Who do you hate?: Drown (Three Days Grace)
Who do you love?: Dreams (The Cranberries)
Who do you lust after?: The Pot (Tool)

Finish the Sentece

I wish: Blue (A Perfect Circle)
I want to: Personal Jesus (Marilyn Manson)
I want to kill: Dig (Incubus)
I want to eat: Fallen Leaves (Billy Talent)
My head: No One Knows (Queens of the Stoneage)
I am: Forget It (Breaking Benjamin)
My best feature is: Accidentally In Love (Counting Crows)
My eyes are: The Difference (Matchbox Twenty)
My hair is: Solitude (Evanescence)
My face is: Push It (Static-X)
You should: This Is Not A Love Song (Tabitha's Secret/Matchbox Twenty)
Random

Words of advice: Lacrymosa (Evanescence)
How do others see me?: Calling All Angels (Train)
How do I see myself?: The Remedy (Jason Mraz)

Chocolate Coated Corpse

Current Mood:  Thirsty

What to do with the endless supply

Sitting, rotting away in my backyard

Kiddie pool full to the brim with it

And I don't have the stomach to devour it

There's not a spoon big enough in the world to scoop it with

Soon a thought comes to mind

Beware those who've brought me down

You're about to drown

In my pool of chocolate pudding

Be wary of a chocolaty end

Sweet and thick

Not so bad, now that I think of it

Let you sink down deep into it

Chocolate coated corpse

Bury you deep with it

Dig you a hole, only four feet deep

I don't believe you deserve six

Chocolate coated corpse

Let it help the flesh rot beneath the soil

Let it help the bugs find their way to it

Chocolate coated corpse

Let it be the end for you

Let it be the beginning for me

But let it also be the end of my sanity

Bury it in my neighbor's backyard

Sure not to let it bother me

Chocolate coated corpse

Or I could take it down to the butcher's place

Stick it in his freezer for a few days

Come back in when the night meets it's mid

Chocolate coated corpse

Locked in a sweet shell

Butcher you up, your body parts to sell

A nose for my mum

An ear for my dad

Your cold, cold heart for the lover

That took my own

A tongue for my aunt and an eyeball for a friend

My dearest enemy, this is your end

The Storm

Current Mood:  Nostalgic

Where I stand, the sky now cries

Where I got lost

In your hypnotic eyes

Is this where

We'll meet our end?

With lights that burn and roads that bend

Deliver me from highschool trends

And save us from

A friendship, dead

Where I tread, a cloud now follows

Lost within

Your haunting hollows

Search for me

In desperate hours

Reaching for a hand in aid

Helpless to your binding powers

A victim

To your siren serenade

Nightmares of Heterosexuality

Current Mood:  High

 

The door was ancient. Splintered and cracked… metal cut through the wood elegantly holding the hinges in. The clock to his left read 3:09. He stuck in the ancient key and twisted it to the door’s liking to reveal the other side. There was nothing there but an empty darkness- much like his mind. He seemed to see a boney fleshless hand emerge from the shadows. It beckoned him forward. He took a step into the darkness, obeying the beckons, though knowing they only existed in his mind. He could see nothing, hear nothing, and feel nothing. His senses were completely clouded by the darkness and there was no knowing where he was headed. He longed to believe there was a presence with him, a company, but there was none. He imagined that if the path were lit, he would have guidance by the black cloaked figure of death. But it was non existent. He was alone. Utterly, completely alone. He began to hear a low female voice echo through him. A voice that sounded much like Helen. He gripped his hair and gritted his teeth to keep himself form either attacking the darkness or crying. He strode forward, still gripping his hair. He slipped on a puddle of some sort that lay on the darkness beneath him. It smelt raw. Rotting flesh. He gagged, but forced back the burning in his throat. He shit his pants and let out a dainty rattle through his teeth. He fell to the floor, his face now immersed in the cold flesh and blood. The darkness began spinning around him and he felt himself begin to lose consciousness. The gore dripped down his throat, suffocating him. He spat, but it was no use. Helen’s voice was again apparent. A silver light appeared before him- taking the shape of a woman. It was Helen. Her sad and deeply lined face pierced him. Her voice trailed through the darkness.
             “Dave…”

He coughed up the remains of the nachos onto his beer sodden shirt. He caressed the Chelsea flag next to his bed and turned off the telly. He pulled off his dirty t-shirt and threw it onto the floor with the others. Then laid down close to Jake’s warm body and ruffled his hair.

            “Hey Snowflake!” he said, waking Jake.

            “Good morning, Sexy!” Jake replied obviously not noticing Dave’s bare, fat stomach.

            “Up for some tea and crumpets?” Dave asked. Jake nodded and they embraced each other briefly. Then Dave tied his robe around himself and made his way into the kitchen- he had offered to serve Jake breakfast in bed. As he filled the tea kettle, he wondered if that dream was hauntingly telling him he was still straight. The doorbell rang and he skipped to answer it. Just there was the test of his manhood. There was an undressed prostitute and a rather flamboyant prostidude. His mouth dropped open as he looked from one to the other.

            “What the bloody hell-” He broke off, not knowing what to say. He began to panic slightly as he found himself longing for the woman.

            “Pumpkin…” Jake said, reaching the door, “oh, visitors.” He started making eyes at the man there. Dave noticed Jake looking down at the man’s gifts.

            “How ‘bout I take the lady and you take the gentleman?” he suggested. Jake agreed. They had both found themselves that morning. All was well.

THE END

Meg
and
Nikki

Dexter

Current Mood:  Evil

Dexter

A fire flickered in his cold dark eyes

He wanted so much to steal the breath from her

His twisted instinct told him that things must die

So he let her guilty blood, and in pieces she will lie

The Fruit That Will Rot Alone

Current Mood:  Cold

Pluck the fruit from the vine

Looks so beautiful and fine

Not too callow, and not too ripe;

Wet and sparkling with dew

A berry plucked, not too soon.

Once removing this great fruit,

You find another all alone

A different shade, all its own

Much smaller and less appealing

But inside you, it spawns a feeling:

Surrounded by such luscious flowers

Abandoned and forlorn it will cower

This fruit will rot alone

To Further Explain My Love For Jim Morrison...

Current Mood:  Chill

"I think of myself as an intelligent, sensitive human being with the soul of a clown which always forces me to blow it at the most important moments."

"That's what real love amounts to- letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending- performing. You get to love your pretence. It's true, we're locked in an image, an act-"

"Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free."

"Love cannot save you from your own fate."

"I like people who shake other people up and make them feel uncomfortable."

"People fear death even more than pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend..."

"Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws."

"Where's your will to be weird?"

"I wouldn't mind dying in a plane crash. It'd be a good way to go. I don't want to die in my sleep, or of old age, or OD...I want to feel what it's like. I want to taste it, hear it, smell it. Death is only going to happen to you once; I don't want to miss it."

"This is the strangest life I've ever known."

"Being drunk is a good disguise. I drink so I can talk to assholes. This includes me."

"The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. ...You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask."

"I think in art, but especially in films, people are trying to confirm their own existences."

"When you make your peace with authority, you become authority."

"Some of the worst mistakes of my life have been haircuts."

"Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you."

"Actually I don't remember being born, It must have happened during one of my black outs."

"If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel."

"You're all a bunch of fuckin' slaves!"

In Wait

Current Mood:  Enlightened

Exhale these feelings that turn inside me

Bubble and burn and writhe like snakes

Numb and lifeless like a zombie

To watch you leave and join the fakes

One in the army of the mannequin

Stand so beautiful and hollow

Disappointing to see you've given in

Breathe in your pride and swallow

Collapse beneath the shit that piles

And I will waste away in waiting

For you to come home from your eternal exile

Alone and cold I will die in waiting

To You

Current Mood:  Discontent

I will give you all that I have

I will give you all of what's inside me

My very soul within me

I will pass to you all my strength

I will breathe myself within you

Until I am no more

I would give my life to save your own

I would be yours forever more

Let me light your way

Like a candle in the dark

Let the ever burning flame

Be that of my heart

Let me hold your hand within my own

Never would I ever let you go

I will be your provider

I will carry all your weight

Though I'm heavy with my own

Lay your head down on my shoulder

Let me run my fingers through your hair

Let me tell you that I'll be there

I swear to you I'm yours forever

Please say you're mine too