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Sadly I don’t think that the American people ever want to get rid of their guns for some reason, well a minority of the population. After the recent shooting, the American people were actually in favor of putting limitations on what guns people can buy based on screening and background checks but congress never let it go through.
We will never have an ideal United States as long as congress in around and fighting for re-election instead of what the people want.
Gish- Snail
Siamese Dream- Hummer
Pisces- Obscured
Mellon Collie- Muzzle
Adore- Pug
Machina I- Age of Innocence
Machina II- Home
Zeitgeist- That’s the Way (My Love Is)
Teargarden- The Fellowship
Oceania- PanopticonWell to me I don’t think there will ever be as big of a fanbase that existed in the 90s but a great majority of those fans were just there because of what was trendy in the 90s. They were there because they saw the shirt, the merchandise and Mellon Collie and Siamese Dream were essentially trendy cds back then. I am not saying that those cds are not good but they were just a cooler band and got a lot of exposure compared to now. As for the hardcore fans, I don’t think there will ever be as many fans from this generation that will hardcore fans in the future. There were many more fans back then so we have to think that since there was more exposure than more hardcore fans would exist with all the other fans. With the new fans though, there is no trend to follow so mostly all of them will be hardcore fans just not as many since the band isn’t getting any exposure.
I hoped that made a little bit of sense. I am quite tired and couldn’t really put into words what was in my mind.
No, I didn’t. I know I should have done that now because the creams I got helped it a little but it didn’t stop it from spreading all over. I used to never got it but my friend came over to my house and I think that he gave it to me.
Well, I just recovered from having poision ivy for a month..
My thoughts are, I didn’t know that it could last this long and that most creams used to cure it do jack shit.I would just start singing a nice Slayer song in hopes that Satan will come to rescue me by coming up from the depths of hell into my elevator. I may have sold my soul but I would be saved.
Honestly though, I would just accept I was going to die and sing a nice SP song as my last memory before I crash.
pretty much.
It was a pretty lame paper about Japan being isolated during the 1800s.
I’m just glad to have it done.[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2naehMUQpQY[/youtube]
This is probably my favorite song of all time.Well 45 minutes into today and I’m still trying to get the platinum trophy in Rayman : Origins while also studying for my tests next week, reading a book and finishing blogs.
I’m not married but i’m only 21 so I still have plenty of time for that in my life.
Congratulations by the way! I know i’m a bit late on this.[url:142vp1c6]http://www.amazon.com/Siamese-Dream-Smashing-Pumpkins/dp/B005MW8CUG/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1319421408&sr=8-4[/url:142vp1c6]
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There you go.
A new one I wrote this past Thursday.
I tried my hand at a rhyming poem, as you can see I’m pretty bad at it.
You set me heart ablaze
With just the simplest of gazes
If you were to just glance
Maybe if I could just take a chance
That maybe if you looked at me and asked me to dance
We could light a candle and start on a voyage of romance.
The sun shines in your eyes, so divine
As your fragment burn they are sure to remind
As your delicate body moves as a dove
The wind whispers a hymn in my heart from far above.
The enchanted embers burn in your presence
The burning daggers pierce with such resonance
A veil dyed black faded with lies
All these passions of desire and adoration I deny.
So lovely, your shadowed body moves, so eloquently.
The stones sink me under beneath the waves ever so instrumentally.
The arrow has been cast into the depths of my blood.
The emotions are channeled as the messages begin to flood.
The ink runs deep along my pours
It flows from the pages of my body and permeates through the air
Clouds that flow freely uninterrupted by the nature that it impairs.
If the mirrors echoes onto rooftops of the smoke that draws near.
Because the feelings that have not been acquainted with might be out of fear
For times are coming to a close, and with these thoughts I impose
With the question that beckons from the heart, does an effortless answer truly suffice?
