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Name: Glenn
Gender: Male
Interests: Music, D&D, history, math, corupting large groups (that is a fun thing I do on ocasions) there is a lot more. If you know me, just guess
Expertise: History, pissing off Freedman, lyrics, and just other random stuff.
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Member Since:
4/22/2004
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| - Somebody more Like YouI give you MY LIFE
interesting isn't it.
Well if you care to know anything, here is some stuff I can tell you.
I have spent this summer working and getting underpaid. Otherwise
I listened to music, read, walked, drove some, and just rested from
school. My test is tomorrow, and I hope I pass. Band is
refreshing, but I can't wait until January, when I have completed most
things that matter. After that, I plan to make use of my age, and
slight freedom by traveling by train into an area that you need not
concern yourself with. But if there is anything you want to know,
ask and I will probably tell you an answer.
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| Hello World. I am awake. After Reading Veraya's entry,
there is only one person I have made attempts to contact and did not
fail, (I have tried with others...HOLY SHIT< WAIT A SECOND
CALL ME A MORON) but as of this point, only one friend hasn't
diappeared. Moving on.
Music remains awsome and I need to do stuff this summer.
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You can say that I'm one curly fry in the box of the regular
Messing with the flavor, oh the flavor that you savor
Saving me for last, but you better not eat me at all
Living in a fastfood bag making friends with the ketchup and salt
People say that I'm crazy for not moving on to better things
Instead of sitting around trash talking with the onion rings
But it's much too soon to leave this easy life
Pass me the spoon, pass the analytical knife
Cause you're about to get cut up or get cut down
It's all about the wordplay, all about the sound of my tone in my voice
You gotta let me make my choice alone, before my food gets cold
Better shut up or get shot down
It's all about the know-how, all just a matter of taste
Stop telling me the way I gotta play now
Too much food on my plate
Well believe it or not I super-sized my sights on the surprise in a cereal box
My stomach's smaller than my eyes
So I went to the see the doctor and he said "turn my head and then cough"
I didn't listen to what he said, instead I couldn't wait to get off
He said I can have this but I can't have that
I should keep wishing I was living the life of a cat but, uh
I ain't the one who's gonna be missing the feast
Just like you ain't the one who seems to be calming the beast
Now you're about to get cut up or get cut down
It's all about the wordplay, all about the sound of my tone in my voice
You gotta let me make my choice alone, before my food gets cold
Better shut up or get shot down
It's all about the know-how, all just a matter of taste
Stop telling me the way that I gotta play
You're putting too much food on my plate, c'mon
Well if you are what you eat in my case I'll be sweet
So come and get some
I'm so over it
Cause you're about to get cut up or get cut down
It's all about the know-how, all just a matter of taste
Stop telling me the way that I gotta play
You're putting to much food on my plate, c'mon
(Get up to get some)
There's too much food on my plate, c'mon | | |
| This is for Joe and everyone that hates radians. They are useless.
pi=3.14
pi=90
it doesn't make sense. There is no reason to use it.
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| This is for you. (meaning anyone that takes the time to read what
is written on the third wednesdays of the every fifth month) I
would like to advise that you read all books by this author.
Everything he writes is funny. I laugh every paragraph.
Even the ones that contain one word. Too bad he did not write
Lamb. But anyway. All the characters that you love are in
his books. Read them all. And the name of the author is...I
have to go. Ask me later.
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