somewhere under this same sky, someone is wishing to die. somewhere under this same sky, someone is dying to live.....i don't know.............sometimes things get in my face & make me wanna puke. this whole 'SOCIETY' thing makes me sick.  

...and ur part of it!

i know exactly what you are talking about..

anarchy.

"it's a fair cop. society's to blame."

"all right, we'll arrest them, then."

Please puke in the toilet . . .

............... bad humour..........?

kleenex...definitely needed to keep this "society" balanced. jing jing

So, you have demons in your head? "In your heaaaad, in your heaaaeaaad, zombie, zombie, zombie..."

Something like that? Anyways, long time no see, nice photo of you and the cat...

"Don't worry Baby, Everything is gonna be alright. You can drink, you can get high. You can dance all night under the sky."

what about this one? guess u seen it on my myspace

Society is a necessary evil.

It's possible not to conform. But then one has to accept the consequences.

Have you been taking Chris's cough med again ?

I came to the point of try my best not to think about all these thing .

Just going to live day by day and do my best , go home and be with my child .

F*ck I'm getting old ...

White party ?

quoth spammo: "u ******* stalker!"

spammo. the post above you wuz you.... are you stalking yourself? multiple personalities?

zeus, im gonna feed your slippery brian to the 4th floor dog.

mel, thats johns medicine... not chris's!

Society has a lot more problems than people just wanting to live or die.

Your building has a fourth floor?

>>Society is a necessary evil.<<

Actually, it is government that is the necessary evil...

If you don't take it as your problem, then it's not your problem.

Hmm we are all part of society, but we are all unique. Anyway go figure

coffee?

"zeus, im gonna feed your slippery brian to the 4th floor dog."

my brain left on holiday years ago and ain't been back since. i get an occcasional postcard, that's about it. if you can FIND it you can feed the bastard to any damn dog you want.

"mel, thats johns medicine... not chris's!"

yep i'll testify: chris, the straight-edge poster boy, is so clean he squeaks when he walks. he don't even drink coffee coz it has, you know, drugs in it.

....no wonder u talk like u do.............................!

" i get weary,

and sick of trying,

i'm tired of living and scared of dying,

but old man river just keeps on rolling along"

f*cking anthem