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September 2018

Nothing for you, TSOL, since I guess I sorta promised TSOL

I got nothing for you

You can look under my rug

I got no smack for you

You’re entranced from that drug

I got no tears for you

I got nothing to worry about

I got no fear for you no-no-no

My guns I just lay around

My body is aching inside out

And my nose is always cold

Am I still 24

Or am I starting to grow old?

Am I growing old?

Suicide is just a state of mind

Not for me, I’ve got places to hide

Day to day, nights are wicked

Stealing is my way of life

I got to pay my bills today

Where’d I leave my knife?

No-no-no-no

I’ve got nothing for you

Nothing for you

Sep 29, 2018 2 notes

Art by Ekbellatrix (I love their art too much!!)

Sep 29, 2018 430 notes

I presume this art is by Saber, so throw them some love!

Sep 29, 2018 357 notes

Art by FluffKevlar *too many people think this person’s name is just FK, that needs to change, lol!*

Sep 29, 2018 333 notes

This work of art is by Smiju

Sep 29, 2018 588 notes

Anyone know the artist? I want to give this masterpiece credit!

Sep 29, 2018 99 notes

Art by Smileeeeeee (I think 7 E’s is right, but I couldn’t zoom in tumblr to actually verify and had to go from memory, since I’m pretty high and that’d be effort)

Sep 29, 2018 112 notes

Art by Adam Wan dudes, and dudettes.

Sep 29, 2018 55 notes

Art by Wyla

Sep 29, 2018 454 notes

Art by Caffeinatedcreep

Sep 29, 2018 513 notes

This amazing art is by Gorsha

Sep 29, 2018 728 notes

I neglect this blog and I’m really sorry!

I’m gonna get probably 10 posts up today, maybe some song lyrics to some pretty good TSOL songs, who knows what I’ll post though

So if I use that queue thing, can I set it so it uploads for me, to post premade photo sets? I havn’t been using tumblr nearly as much as I want because of shit data and sadness, lol

So how have you all been doing?

Sep 29, 2018 1 note

June 2018

Jun 30, 2018 139 notes

March 2018

When sprint stops being ass, I’ll (finally) post some, NEVER BUY SPRINT IF YOU LIKE USING THE INTERNET

I guess here are some lyrics to a pretty good song or something, but written in a probably gramatically incorrect format.

Up the back door, bitch I dig your anal cavity, your ass is my… FUCK. Only death is your reality. Now’s the time for sister’s termination, the real thing is breathless as our communication. Sister sodomy, sister of death, the burial ground is my final quest, find you in a dumpster, bullet in your head, your ass all tore up, I love you dead. Death and defication in the after hours, death and defication in the to where I’ll bring you flowers, death and defication when you’re here with me. Pretty girls make the blood I love to drink. Sister sodomy, sister of death, the burial ground is your final quest, find you in a dumpster with a bullet in your head, your ass all tore up, I love you dead.

Mar 17, 2018 1 note

I changed the picture for the blog thingy to stay hip, young, fresh, and poppin it with the youths.

Mar 3, 2018 6 notes

January 2018

Lori Meyers NOFX

Lori Meyers used to live up stairs

Our parents had been friends for years

Almost every afternoon we’d play forbidden games

At nine years old there’s no such thing

It wasn’t recognition of her face,

what brought me back was a familiar mark

As it flashed across the screen.

I bought some magazines, some video tape scenes

Incriminating acts I felt that I could save

Who the hell are you to tell me how to live?

You think I sell my body; I merely sell my time

I ain’t no Cinderella, I ain’t waiting for no prince to save me,

In fact until just now I was doin’ just fine

And on and on

I know what degradation feels like

I felt it on the floor of the factory

Where I worked long before, I took control

Now I answer to me

The 50K I make this year will go anywhere I please

Where’s the problem?

Jan 20, 2018 3 notes

I’ve been completely neglecting this blog, and I’m going to try to fix that

Jan 20, 2018 4 notes

December 2017

If y'all wanna enter a giveaway, here ye be

https://wn.nr/ZcAn97

Dec 1, 2017 2 notes
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November 2017

Fear, Lets Have a War

There’s so many of us

There’s so many of us

There’s so many

[x4]


Let’s have a war

So you can go and die!

Let’s have a war!

We could all use the money!

Let’s have a war!

We need the space!

Let’s have a war!

Clean out this place!


It already started in the city!

Suburbia will be just as easy!


There’s so many of us

There’s so many of us

There’s so many 

[x4]


Let’s have a war!

Jack up the Dow Jones!

Let’s have a war!

It can start in New Jersey!

Let’s have a war!

Blame it on the middle-class!

Let’s have a war!

We’re like rats in a cage!


It already started in the city!

Suburbia will be just as easy!


There’s so many of us

There’s so many of us

There’s so many

[x4]


Let’s have a war!

Sell the rights to the networks!

Let’s have a war!

Let our wallets get fat like last time!

Let’s have a war!

Give guns to the queers!

Let’s have a war!

The enemy’s within!


It already started in the city!

Suburbia will be just as easy!


There’s so many of us

There’s so many of us

There’s so many 

[x8]

Nov 30, 2017 1 note

I’m really sorry I havn’t been uploading, college is a small amount of effort, ugh

I’ll have several posts up later tonight, maybe around 9 or so (eastern standard) and I’m about to upload the lyrics to a song by Fear

Nov 30, 2017 1 note

Abduction D.R.I.

Where have all the children gone?

How long must the search go on?

See them on the milk carton

someone stole their only son


abducted from their place of play

it seems to happen every day

almost like it’s done for pay

but who’s to know and who’s to say?


posted in the corner store

two missing children, maybe more

their age, their height, the clothes they wore

and just what the witness saw


most of them are never found

although a few will come around

in garbage or the river drowned

sometimes six feet underground


abduction

abduction

abduction

abduction


abductors must be really sick

something in their heads went “click”

a message from some late-night flick

or even some backwoods, red-neck hick


the schools are going on patrol

‘cause now the thief is on a roll

they’re adding up and taking toll

abductor must not have a soul


where have all the children gone?

How long must the search go on?

See them on the milk carton

someone stole someone’s son


abducted from their place of play

it seems to happen every day

almost like it’s done for pay

but who’s to know and who’s to say?

Nov 13, 2017 4 notes

October 2017

Important

Infinate

Fall

Announced

Night

In

The

Woods

Will

Be

Avaliable

On

Mobile

Phones

In

2018

I

Have

A

Phone

Eeeeeeeeee

Oct 24, 2017 2 notes

True Sounds of Liberty, Silent Majority

Abolish Government

It’s nothing to me

Forget about god

He’s not here to see

We live by a system

A perfect mold

People perfect people

Who are poor and old

Lives were spent on the ladder of success

Working for nothing in this

In this worthless mess

Presidents a name

Presidents a label

Highest man on the government table.


America

Land of the free

Free to the power of the people in uniform


People are so blind they just can’t see

Send your son to boot camp

Send him off to war

If he comes back he’ll be dead and nothing more

Struggle for a land, for a country, for a freedom

All you mindless people looking for someone to lead them


Wake up to the same old shit

Live your life to suit their fit

Some people they don’t like your hair

Policemen they just don’t care


Snipers that want to be

Rifle sights are aimed at me


Wake up silent majority


The government they don’t want us here

You folks can’t feel that fear

You can walk the streets today

You can walk in your own way


People think that I’m crazy

These people just can’t see


Wake up silent majority


Live your life

Day by day

Doing everything

That they say


Silent majority


Promote freedom

Let it be heard

Don’t forget that its only a word


Silent Majority

When you gonna wake up? 

Oct 11, 2017 4 notes

I was going to post the lyrics to Blinded by the light by Manfred Mann’s Earth Band, but there were too damn many words for tumblr to handle

Oct 10, 2017 1 note
Oct 10, 2017 246 notes

Yo soy finally back!

Oct 10, 2017 5 notes
If any of you want to win a sweepstakes, here you go

http://woobox.com/v3mjn8/jfyme7

Oct 2, 2017 2 notes

September 2017

I had to explain space travel to a black neonazi, what did YOU do at 4:30 am?
Sep 18, 2017 5 notes

Because of this Hurricane thing, my power has been out since, like, 4:45pm Eastern Standard, and I made bacon with a propane camp stove, and I have candles burning in my living room, so my house smelled suuuper good

Also it’s pretty windy out here, who would have guessed

Sep 11, 2017 3 notes
I have this album on Cassette, because I'm a real American

Born in the USA, Bruce Springsteen,

Born down in a dead man’s town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
End up like a dog that’s been beat too much
Till you spend half your life just covering up

Born in the U.S.A., I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A., born in the U.S.A.

Got in a little hometown jam
So they put a rifle in my hand
Sent me off to a foreign land
To go and kill the yellow man

Born in the U.S.A., I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A., born in the U.S.A.

Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man said “son if it was up to me”
Went down to see my V.A. man
He said “son, don’t you understand”

I had a brother at Khe Sahn
Fighting off the Viet Cong
They’re still there, he’s all gone

He had a woman he loved in Saigon
I got a picture of him in her arms now

Down in the shadow of the penitentiary
Out by the gas fires of the refinery
I’m ten years burning down the road
Nowhere to run ain’t got nowhere to go

Born in the U.S.A., I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A., I’m a long gone daddy in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A., born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A., I’m a cool rocking daddy in the U.S.A.

Sep 9, 2017
If you call the Dukes of Hazzard racist, you're an uncultured little fuck.

I’m a charger that charges through the night,
Like an orange bolt of lightning passing everything in sight.
I’m the best pal the duke boys ever had,
I’m thunder on the highway lookin’ bad, bad, bad.

I’m a knight, like the kind in shining armor,
With my polished body gleaming, I’m a fighter and a charmer.
If trouble comes your way just ask for me,
My friends all know me as General Lee.

I’m the Gerneral Lee,
A piston pumpin’, steel belted cavalry.
I’ll never let you down when you’re riding with me;
Buckle up and I’ll show you what I mean.
Take a look back there:
Sirens blownin’, red lights flashin’ everywhere;
We’ll cross the fields and we’ll be running free,
They’ll eat dust compliments of me:

The General Lee

I’m a hero, and that’s how I’ll make you feel
When you’re riding shotgun with me and the law is at your heels.
I’m glory bound, but when the chase is done,
I’ll take off through the mountains and have fun, fun, fun.

I’ve got style, tearing through the curves;
Let my flag wave proudly to the people that I serve.
I’m number one, and I will always be
The pride of the South they call the General Lee.

I’m the Gerneral Lee,
A piston pumpin’, steel belted cavalry.
I’ll never let you down when you’re riding with me;
Buckle up and I’ll show you what I mean.
Take a look back there:
Sirens blownin’, red lights flashin’ everywhere;
I’ll jump that pond and we’ll be running free,
And they’ll go swimmin’, compliments of me:

The General Lee
The General Lee
General Lee

Sep 8, 2017 3 notes
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Brown Eyed Women by the Grateful Dead is, like, the best song.
Sep 7, 2017

Sorry I havn’t posted much recently, I hate sprint! Ugh, I’ll try to post tonight around 3 am, also fuck Irma, because ugh. Florida, why.

Sep 7, 2017 6 notes

August 2017

I'm in 123rd place! Only, like 1,191 points to go!
Aug 24, 2017
Okay, Idea

I want to win something, I need enough points to do it, the first place person has 1,000 something, I have over 6,200 followers

Get it?

So, my understanding is, you click this link, and look at some stuff being sold, or maybe make an account, I’m not sure which, so I’d say both, they don’t send you emails other than if you message people, and when you create an account or list stuff

Okay? Here’s the link

http://www.armslist.com/?utm_source=c000031&utm_medium=plink&utm_campaign=p663703

If you want, you can reblog this, because yeah

Aug 24, 2017 2 notes
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Picture That, Roger Waters (this song is fucking awesome live)

Picture yourself as you lean on the port rail
Tossing away your last cigarette
Picture your finger pushing the doorbell
Picture the skull and crossbones on the doormat
Picture yourself on the streets of Laredo
Picture the Casbah, picture Japan
Picture your kid with his hand on the trigger
Picture prosthetics in Afghanistan
Picture a courthouse with no fucking laws
Picture a cathouse with no fucking whores
Picture a shithouse with no fucking drains
Picture a leader with no fucking brains
No fucking brains, no fucking brains
No fucking brains, no fucking brains
No fucking brains, no fucking brains
No fucking brains, no fucking brains

Follow me filming myself at the show
On a phone from a seat in the very front row
Follow Miss Universe catching some rays
Wish You Were Here in Guantanamo Bay
Picture a seat on a private plane
Picture your feet nailed to the floor
Picture a crew who are clearly insane
Picture no windows, picture no doors
Glued to a screen in the state of Nevada
To follow the dream gets harder and harder

Picture her wrapping a gift for the wedding
Picture her boiling the water for tea
Picture the kids climbing into the backseat
Picture my hand turning the key
Oh, picture that
Picture the dog in the pickup ahead
Picture the tree at the side of the road
Picture my hands growing steadily colder
Colder, colder
Colder, colder
Colder, colder
Colder, colder

Follow me down to a place by the river
Sold for my kidneys, sold for my liver
Why so weedy, so fucking needy
There’s no such thing as being too greedy

Aug 5, 2017 1 note

July 2017

Very pressing question!

Okay, so, I was bored, so I was doing accents, I can only do a few (a modern-southern drawl, a vague eastern european sort of thing similar to Polish mixed with Russian, a half assed chicano sort of thing, because Florida, and an okayish Australian accent)

Either way, I was doing the Australian one, like, wow, I can kinda do this, and it sounds convincingish, just occasionally I either say things with my American accent, or fuck up because I try to pronounce something too hard(?) And I started saying the lyrics to songs to try to get better at it

And then I started just saying my thoughts outloud in my fake accents, and I noticed something,

How the fuck do Australians say Bulgaria

Please tell me how Australians say Bulgaria

I will reward you with the most australian thing I can think of, a kangaroo with a mohawk

*sorry about the steriotypical joke at the end, had to, also, kangaroos were on your pennies for a while, so it’s not my fault.

Jul 27, 2017
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Ramblin' Man, the Alman Brothers Band

Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man
Tryin’ to make a livin’ and doin’ the best I can
And when it’s time for leavin’
I hope you’ll understand
That I was born a ramblin’ man

My father was a gambler down in Georgia
He wound up on the wrong end of a gun
And I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus
Rollin’ down highway forty-one

Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man
Tryin’ to make a livin’ and doin’ the best I can
And when it’s time for leavin’
I hope you’ll understand
That I was born a ramblin’ man
I’m on my way to New Orleans this mornin’
I’m leavin’ out of Nashville, Tennessee
They’re always having a good time down on the bayou
Lord, them Delta women think the world of me

Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man
Tryin’ to make a livin’ and doin’ the best I can
And when it’s time for leavin’
I hope you’ll understand
That I was born a ramblin’ man

Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man
Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man
Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man

Jul 23, 2017 1 note
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