Contemplations of a lost soul

i lied.
i am not a modest mouse at all. just a teenage dirt bag. that has more social issues. to bad gym class heros cant save the day. hawthorne heights ain’t that far away we can watch people in planes and hope for explosions in the sky. its indefinite. the earth is not a cold dead place. Here comes the snow patrol who were looking for the killers that were looking for the arcade fire but we all stood still as mother mother stutter stutter were laying dead in marianas trench fucking death cab and a cutie showed up at a funeral for a friend. what’s that on the news, bombs over brooklyn the kardinal told me it was official don’t panic at the disco but bring on the k-os. the dears were caught in the head lights. Building architecture in helsinki as cities burn. Sitting at the bayside with bare naked ladies and black kids. Got a Becks in my hand the sun and the sand. Gonna have a bloc party with big city kids it aint a broken social scene its a brand new city in color. the crowned king now lives in the crystal castles and we have concerned citizens that are worried about the cuban cigar crisis does it offend you, yea? i see the get up kids are down for hot chip dont get feisty on my cant you see its jets over head. There gonna bring Justice and Peace to these certain circles. The lives of famous men was the maine reason. and i was mos def into my mindless self indulgence and those fucking midnight juggernauts. Ok go to owl city, while listening to motion city soundtrack i passed by the postal service truck… men in red jumpsuit apparatus’ cant be, reel big fish swimming in the ocean with fake sharks and real zombies. I am gonna take a rocket to the moon and say anything with my shiny toy guns. The shins are hurting probably cause i am under the influence of giants. dont yelle or shout out loud please i am just gonna wind up dead.

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