If ther're so many people that truly hurt
thats's why pay it forward wouldn't work
We all worry about what troubles me
so all we do is hurt in harmony
and then we expect others to give aid
but those that do usaully want to be paid
So many more just look down on others
whether laughing taunting or insulting mothers
like the song The best way to say it is
I just think we can do better then this
I don't care if you think me odd
I just think our best answer is God
And please don't give me the brush
while from the christian you try to rush
I am not one to condem
I am just as imperfect in the end
and don't try to sell me some drawn
What a wonderfull feeling, my hands a going,
at a breakneck pace, with no signs of slowing,
A line or two and shortly it's through,
another peice for my great revenue,
The pages pile high as the art has grown,
a folder, some books, the end is unkown,
One last line shall shew out the night,
but what is this it can't be right,
My line it's missing a beet.
and how did I work in the word feet?
No no the tempo is off,
at me all my friends truly shall... Quaff?
The creativity is fading,
my mind is losing it's... paving?
No, now I shall never sleep,
as into my room the sun doth creep.
But how can that be I'm in the basement,
I've ev
Be a good little boy,
with politeness and manners
In no time you shall,
stand up to our standards
Memorize this book,
learn about these dead people
We shall tell you who is good,
and who is evil
A D in math,
that simply won't due
We are expecting,
much more of you
Be a person?
Thats too much fun.
We'll have you brainwashed,
before we are done.
You should do this job,
you'll make lots of money.
What's that, happiness
you really are funny.
You can't leave now,
we've planned your fate
You have an appointment,
and you mustn't be late.
You might know what you want,
But we know whats best.
Think of your future,
not your c
When does one truly stand out?
when they stand up, jump around
begin to yell and shout.
There are so many voices,
which one owns you?
the one that tells you red, not blue.
Rebel against conformity,
only to once more to stand in,
maybe not with that crowd ,
but one will own you again.
Worry about what we wear,
and what do others think,
Oh my gosh it's my friend
quick, does my breath stink.
We fight just to hold on,
to a little piece of me,
yet we look in the mirror,
and ask who could that be.
Yet as this is wrote,
I can't help but ponder,
how many more have wrote on this,
I can only wonder.
So I'm just another person,
tr
When does one truly stand out?
when they stand up, jump around
begin to yell and shout.
There are so many voices,
which one owns you?
the one that tells you red, not blue.
Rebel against conformity,
only to once more to stand in,
maybe not with that crowd ,
but one will own you again.
Worry about what we wear,
and what do others think,
Oh my gosh it's my friend
quick, does my breath stink.
We fight just to hold on,
to a little piece of me,
yet we look in the mirror,
and ask who could that be.
Yet as this is wrote,
I can't help but ponder,
how many more have wrote on this,
I can only wonder.
So I'm just another person,
tr
Be a good little boy,
with politeness and manners
In no time you shall,
stand up to our standards
Memorize this book,
learn about these dead people
We shall tell you who is good,
and who is evil
A D in math,
that simply won't due
We are expecting,
much more of you
Be a person?
Thats too much fun.
We'll have you brainwashed,
before we are done.
You should do this job,
you'll make lots of money.
What's that, happiness
you really are funny.
You can't leave now,
we've planned your fate
You have an appointment,
and you mustn't be late.
You might know what you want,
But we know whats best.
Think of your future,
not your c
What a wonderfull feeling, my hands a going,
at a breakneck pace, with no signs of slowing,
A line or two and shortly it's through,
another peice for my great revenue,
The pages pile high as the art has grown,
a folder, some books, the end is unkown,
One last line shall shew out the night,
but what is this it can't be right,
My line it's missing a beet.
and how did I work in the word feet?
No no the tempo is off,
at me all my friends truly shall... Quaff?
The creativity is fading,
my mind is losing it's... paving?
No, now I shall never sleep,
as into my room the sun doth creep.
But how can that be I'm in the basement,
I've ev
If ther're so many people that truly hurt
thats's why pay it forward wouldn't work
We all worry about what troubles me
so all we do is hurt in harmony
and then we expect others to give aid
but those that do usaully want to be paid
So many more just look down on others
whether laughing taunting or insulting mothers
like the song The best way to say it is
I just think we can do better then this
I don't care if you think me odd
I just think our best answer is God
And please don't give me the brush
while from the christian you try to rush
I am not one to condem
I am just as imperfect in the end
and don't try to sell me some drawn
Current Residence: Four walls Favourite cartoon character: The Tick Personal Quote: The reality that I don't have anywhere I belong, is where I truly belong.
I do believe I just suddenly stumbled upon an answer to one of my often self asked questions. Which would be, why does it feel like I'm more then one person at times. And it suddenly came to me while envisioning myself batling my troubles one by one to music, call it brief momentary meditation. Anyway as I took down one after another multitudes could be seen in the horizon, and a second me jumped over my back to help, thanks to a violin/guitar duet none the less, and eventually at least three O me. Then I realized I have possibly been more then one, because the one would be outnumbered by his self. I know, I know, it sounds wierd and possibly
I know deviant art might not like it much, but this is something I have to say. Logical my background and area I grew up in wouldn't make for the personality traits I have. I grew up for a short time with my grandfather somewhat sheltered, which would have left me extremely open to being molded by any one factor in growing up. Be it whether the people I knew or the simple "somewhat ghetto" location I grew up in.
"They" always say that you can guess who someone is based on their freinds, and yet with the freinds I had I shoulda been a drugee, or a dropout, or a sex craved teen or at least an alcoholic. But no, I stayed my own course, I slowl
I don't know why, but at times certain thoughts happen as if I'm two people. I mean, more often then not I cheer myself up when I'm down, my own little personel pep talk. When I was younger I use to think that maybe I could have like a split personalityy disorder yet both personality's were so close together in similarities that it would be near impossible to tell them appart. It almost shocks myself to see me switch from "wise advice mode" to "playfull goofball" to "scheeming no good doer". Not that I actually carry through on the later one... ever. But it's there. I must say even if it sounds wierd, I never have been able to explain my "per
just a word of advice: put all ur work as deviations instead of scraps cuz then people will actually look at it, you can always update it later if you wanted but nobody looks at scraps.