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Name: Brian motha -f-in Bock
Country: United States
State: Illinois
Metro: Orland Park
Birthday: 7/13/1989
Gender: Male
Interests: Wow, i can't name all "my" bands, but i like BLood Brothers//FBTMOTF//Action Action//DFA1979//Hellogoodbye//Bright Eyes// Rilo Kiley//Tilly & the Wall//Thunderbirds are Now//Fallout Boy//Vhs or Beta//Saosin//Many more///boys, girls,goonin' it up, smoking (not pot), playing the piano, the bass g-tar, turning school dances into raves.
Expertise: Piano...singing...bass...rave-glowsticks...flirting(yes, I am an expert at flirting)...rawkin out...bright color shirts & tight pants...track jackets...Japanese...German....Spanish...English....I don't speak Viet Namese, I'm sorry....writing
Occupation: Customer service/support
Industry: Nonprofit
Message: message me
AIM:  b1bo89
ICQ:  icq?icu
Jabber: jibber
Member Since:
5/21/2005
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| How many hearts must you break? Luckily, I forewarned your latest project of your ways. I guess I'm trying to say, stop leading on everyone. It's a terrible thing to do. It's you like somebody or you don't. It's not a huge thing. You called me emotionally unstable, well look yourself in the mirror and say that you're not. I dare you. I'm now and forever giving up. You can say what you will. Because I'm nothing but another cheap thrill. And I can't do that anymore. I have a feeling for another. Somebody who makes you look like trash. And it dosen't hurt, telling you. It feels better than hearing and reading your latest expolits. You were a good time waster, but I can't be wasting my lifetime away. I'm on my search, for somebody true. And I haven't found that in you. You can go on, being a pseudo-harlot, but I'm never putting my lips agaisnt yours, or hand in yours. My eyes might never look into yours. I hope I end up with the one I want, so we can collect moments, one by one, I guess that's how the future's done. It's time I remove the stress. And just writing was the most stress releiving thing I could ever do. I will finally stop waiting for your call. I'll smile. I'll look into that girl's eyes, one day.
Oh, Old dirt road ( mushaboom) | | |
| " I intentionally wrote it out, to be an illegable mess,. You wanted me to write you letters, but I'd rather loose your adress. and forget, that we'd ever met, and what did or did not occur. With dance hall hips prententoius quips, a boxers bob-and-weve" | | |
| "Delicate"
We might kiss when we are alone
When nobody's watching
We might take it home
We might make out when nobody's there
It's not that we're scared
It's just that it's delicate
So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place you've know
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?
We might live like never before
When there's nothing to give
Well how can we ask for more
We might make love in some sacred place
The look on your face is delicate
So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place you've know
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?
So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place you've know
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?
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I'm leaving, bye. ( im leaving my city.)
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| "Volcano"
Don't hold yourself like that
You'll hurt your knees
I kissed your mouth and back
But that's all I need
Don't build your world around volcanoes melt you down
What I am to you is not real
What I am to you you do not need
What I am to you is not what you mean to me
You give me miles and miles of mountains
And I'll ask for the sea
Don't throw yourself like that
In front of me
I kissed your mouth your back
Is that all you need?
Don't drag my love around volcanoes melt me down
What I am to you is not real
What I am to you you do not need
What I am to you is not what you mean to me
You give me miles and miles of mountains
And I'll ask for what I give to you
Is just what i'm going through
This is nothing new
No no just another phase of finding what I really need
Is what makes me bleed
And like a new disease she's still too young to treat
Volcanoes melt me down
She's still too young
I kissed your mouth
You do not need me | | |
| I want to tell you all a story.
There once was a boy with flaxen gold locks of
hair. He was born with hazel eyes that were covered in heavy
eyelids. On lookers could never gaze upon his eyes. They
remained tear stained and closed. He was brought up in lavish
houses and the finer things, but they never made him happy,
He blossomed into manhood. His hair got richer, his
eyes more hazel, but still never gazed upon. He once was on the
town, when he met another boy. A boy who made his heart jump beats. He
kissed that boy. And he had his heart broken. The boys eyes were filled
with hazelet tears. He remained true to the first boy his
lips graized, knowing he would be loved one day. He thought of
giving up, for times became hard. The boy who he first kissed told him
he loved him. The boy's eyes opened. He was so happy.
Him and the boy spent many nights talking. And they
spent time together physically, and the boy would look into his eyes,
and his eyes would open so wide that anyone could see. He felt
his soul was being struck to the very core....
This frightened him.....
He let his now widened eyes wander to other suiters.
No one in real comperison to his first. But he felt so strongly for the
first, no other person alive could take his place.
He realized his wrong doing, he needed to tell the boy he loved him....and he did.
So I ask you, write the rest. Tell me how this story might end.
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