Too many cigarettes, mixed drinks, rolled grasses, and harshly hallucinogenic substances have lead me to not give much of a fuck about myspace. I'm involved in a pivotal moment of reflection and rediscovery every 15 minutes. I have my little clique, and I like it quite a lot. That's not to say that you won't be given a chance, but if you should try to come between me and my family, you will be broken pretty badly. I am no longer playing for fun, this is for keeps. All of you who left me for the wrong reasons, kiss my ass goodbye while you can still reach me, I won't be grounded much longer. All of you who left me for their dreams, dream on friends. I've got your back when you need me. I can't do much, maybe write a song about it, or take a pretty picture of you, but hey maybe one day you'll need to make a slideshow with music... That is the day I will shine like an oil fire.
http://www.youtube.com/MindlessMoogle
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