“I don’t care what anyone says; Varian is the best leader ever. Seriously that motherfucker is completely insane, but nobody can say shit, because he’s in charge and apparently his dick is massive.”
—varian is the worst faction leader ever
March 2011
(Hey) I keep on thinking that it’s (Hey) all done and all over now (whoa) You keep on thinking you can save me, save me (Hey) My ship is sinking but it’s (Hey) all good and I can go down (whoa) You got me thinking that the party’s all over
ab·ject
ˈabˌjekt (Adjective)
1. (of a situation or condition) Extremely bad, unpleasant, and degrading.
2. (of an unhappy state of mind) Experienced to the maximum degree.
theme of liz march-april 2011
I’m broke but I’m happy
I’m poor but I’m kind
I’m short but I’m healthy, yeah
I’m high but I’m grounded
I’m sane but I’m overwhelmed
I’m lost but I’m hopeful baby
What it all comes down to
Is that everything’s gonna be fine fine fine
‘cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a high five
I feel drunk but I’m sober
I’m young and I’m underpaid
I’m tired but I’m working, yeah
I care but I’m restless
I’m here but I’m really gone
I’m wrong and I’m sorry baby
What it all comes down to
Is that everything’s gonna be quite alright
‘cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is flicking a cigarette
And what it all comes down to
Is that I haven’t got it all figured out just yet
‘cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving the peace sign
I’m free but I’m focused
I’m green but I’m wise
I’m hard but I’m friendly baby
I’m sad but I’m laughing
I’m brave but I’m chickenshit
I’m sick but I’m pretty baby
And what it all boils down to
Is that no one’s really got it figured out just yet
‘cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano
And what it all comes down to my friends
Is that everything’s just fine fine fine
‘cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab
“We would rather be ruined than changed;
We would rather die in our dread
Than climb the cross of the moment
And let our illusions die.” —~W.H. Auden
We would rather die in our dread
Than climb the cross of the moment
And let our illusions die.” —~W.H. Auden
