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I have had a monroe for about a year and a half now and I really want to get my medusa done, but I don't know how it would look with my facial shape or structure, I'll probably have to take my monroe out, opinions?http://s1135.photobucket.com/albums/m635/thenewboh...

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I've already got my monroe done, but I want to change it up, I just don't know how my facial shape and structure would take to a medusa

I was good she was hot

Stealin' everything she got

I was bold she was over the worst of it

Gave me gear thank you dear bring yer sister over here

Let her dance with me just for the hell of it

iggy pop does

In the time of chimpanzees, I was a monkey

Butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie

With the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables

Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose

Kill the headlights and put it in neutral

Stock car flaming with a loser in the cruise control

Baby's in Reno with the vitamin-D

Got a couple of couches, sleep on the loveseat

Someone keeps sayin' I'm insane to complain about

A shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt

Don't believe everything that you breathe

You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve

So shave your face with some mace in the dark

Saving all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park

Yo cut it!

Soy un perdedor

I'm a loser baby

So why don't you kill me?

(double-barrel buckshot)

Soy un perdedor

I'm a loser baby

So why don't you kill me?

The forces of evil on a bozo nightmare

Ban all the music with a phoney gas chamber

'Cause one's got a weasel and other's got a flag

One's on the pole, shove the other in a bag

With the re-run shows and the cocaine nosejob

The daytime crap of a folksinger slob

He hung himself with a guitar string

A slab of turkey neck and it's hanging from a pigeon wing

And you can't write if you can't relate

Trade the cash for the beat and body for the hate

And my time is a piece of wax falling on a termite

And it's choking on the splinters

Soy un perdedor

I'm a loser baby

So why don't you kill me?

(Get crazy with the Cheez-Whiz)

Soy un perdedor

I'm a loser baby

So why don't you kill me?

(Drive-by body pierce…)

Yo bring on down

(I'm a driver, I'm a winner… things are gonna change, I can feel it)

Soy un perdedor

I'm a loser baby

So why don't you kill me?

(I can't believe you!)

Soy un perdedor

I'm a loser baby

So why don't you kill me?

Soy un perdedor

I'm a loser baby

So why don't you kill me?

(Sprechen Sie Deutsch, baby)

Soy un perdedor

I'm a loser baby

So why don't you kill me?

(Know what I'm saying?)

i was just listening to Hyena and realizing how beast rancid is.

i mean you would think with Jack White (The White Stripes and The raconteurs) on drums, Allison Mosshart (the kills) on vocals, Jack Laurence (the raconteurs) on bass, and dean fertita (queens of the stoneage ) on guitar, someone besides me would be listening to them

i mean you would think with Jack White (The White Stripes and The raconteurs) on drums, Allison Mosshart (the kills) on vocals, Jack Laurence (the raconteurs) on bass, and dean fertita (queens of the stoneage ) on guitar, someone besides me would be listening to them

and why does jackie have to suck?

are you Joan Jett? the awesomely kick @ss guitar goddess that could so take anyone who messed with her, are you cherie the glam god worshiping voice behind the band, and the one with the cute undies X D, are you Lita Ford? The one who knew how to party and knew it well, sex drugs and rock and roll baby, are you sandy west the tomboyesque drummer who just has to prove how heavy she can be, or are you jackie fox the long armed bass thumpin cutie who's last name was all the description she needed *generic wolf whistle*

sooo who are you?

are you Joan Jett? the awesomely kick @ss guitar goddess that could so take anyone who messed with her, are you cherie the glam god worshiping voice behind the band, and the one with the cute undies X D, are you Lita Ford? The one who knew how to party and knew it well, sex drugs and rock and roll baby, are you sandy west the tomboyesque drummer who just has to prove how heavy she can be, or are you jackie fox the long armed bass thumpin cutie who's last name was all the description she needed *generic wolf whistle*

soooo who are you?

i'm so bored

The Hollow Men

T. S. Eliot

I

We are the hollow men

We are the stuffed men

Leaning together

Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!

Our dried voices, when

We whisper together

Are quiet and meaningless

As wind in dry grass

Or rats’ feet over broken glass

In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,

Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed

With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom

Remember us—if at all—not as lost

Violent souls, but only

As the hollow men

The stuffed men.

II

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams

In death’s dream kingdom

These do not appear:

There, the eyes are

Sunlight on a broken column

There, is a tree swinging

And voices are

In the wind’s singing

More distant and more solemn

Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer

In death’s dream kingdom

Let me also wear

Such deliberate disguises

Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves

In a field

Behaving as the wind behaves

No nearer—

Not that final meeting

In the twilight kingdom

III

This is the dead land

This is cactus land

Here the stone images

Are raised, here they receive

The supplication of a dead man’s hand

Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this

In death’s other kingdom

Waking alone

At the hour when we are

Trembling with tenderness

Lips that would kiss

Form prayers to broken stone.

IV

The eyes are not here

There are no eyes here

In this valley of dying stars

In this hollow valley

This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places

We grope together

And avoid speech

Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless

The eyes reappear

As the perpetual star

Multifoliate rose

Of death’s twilight kingdom

The hope only

Of empty men.

V

Here we go round the prickly pear

Prickly pear prickly pear

Here we go round the prickly pear

At five o’clock in the morning.

Between the idea

And the reality

Between the motion

And the act

Falls the Shadow

For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception

And the creation

Between the emotion

And the response

Falls the Shadow

Life is very long

Between the desire

And the spasm

Between the potency

And the existence

Between the essence

And the descent

Falls the Shadow

For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is

Life is

For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

Not with a bang but a whimper.

i came from a very musical family, i remember my mom singing janis joplin to me as she rocked me to sleep, and i remember listening to slayer and iron maiden and the misfits when i would play in the afternoons and i remember my dad blasting success by iggy and the stooges from his truck when i got my preschool diploma, i remember having an obsession with the tragic kingdom album when i was like 3 and i remember my love of manson songs but fear of his videos, do any of you have moments like this that may or may not have shaped your musical tastes today?

i can from a very musical family, i remember my mom singing janis joplin to me as she rocked me to sleep, and i remember listening to slayer and iron maiden and the misfits when i would play in the afternoons and i remember my dad blasting success by iggy and the stooges from his truck when i got my preschool diploma, i remember having an obsession with the tragic kingdom album when i was like 3 and i remember my love of manson songs but fear of his videos, do any of you have moments like this that may or may not have shaped your musical tastes today?

it's almost music festival time!!!! I'm as giddy as a 5 year old on crack in the McDonald's playground without socks, so what festivals are you looking forward too? where will they be? whats the line up or the particular bands you are going for?

i'm sorry, i didn't mean to eat the last pop-tart and leave the cap off the toothpaste

BQ: What are you listening to right now?

I'm listening to Your English is Good by Tokyo Police Club

i have one , ICP, god knows i love 'em, but i have been afraid of clowns since i was 3 and saw It, their image scares the hell out of me