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A Dingo Ate My Baby!

Now get off my lawn.

13 January
External Services:
  • homicidalmoth@livejournal.com
  • x manic moth x AIM status
I wonder exactly who is god
Whether he's real or not
Or just another fundamental creation of human thought
I hate reality, reality stings
Seems it's just there for people to give up their dreams
Props to those who just about had it
Out there dying from the cutters to the addicts
It's all static, bumps along the way to a goal
It has gotten so drastic I think I'm losing my soul
You can only get pushed so far
To the breaking point and you just forget who you are
Who you wanted to be, what exactly went wrong
Til' you're in the streets, and your dreams are gone
--Nick Klinke. Lubb him!