Step teh fcuk away from that page! HELLO?! -NOW- CCOKSCUKAH!

erm, (RETRO)SPOILER: LANGUAGE / RAGE.

suck it trebek. it makes up WHO I AM RIGHT NOW, AND THAT’S OKAY (hnurr hnyeh, pflt). AND SHIT.

http://www.w3.org/Consortium/sup

Yeah.  Sorry, not linking it; you did NOT find this page through ME.

:yesimcrazy: :inthesameveinfcukyoushittywordpressapparently?!advancedwysiwyg: :whileimatitfcukthedmcariaampaaandyesifcukingtunesanditshoggedness: :butdontgetmeright;iloveandamdrawntoyouinunnaturalways:.

This page has caused me too much aggravation, thanks to MY ISSUES WITH OBSESSIN- AND COMPULSINATING. -I- have caused myself too much aggravation, yadda.

Here are your related lyrics c/o me and this (potentially shitty - sorry if you’re not shitty and i just haven’t grokked that yet, nyeh) place :arrow: http://they-might-be-giants-musicas.lyrics-songs.com/lyrics/348117/ (yep, if you guessed it, congratulate yourself by whatever means necessary - c+p it, mofos) (:sighs: i just read it, it looks worthy. enough. i just can’t find my beloved tmbg links atm. maybe i should try the teller?youknow,theoneofourreality?) 8O :

Ringing the bell on the door
And the person inside says nobody’s home
So your own worst enemy peeks inside
And sees you softly weeping as some music fills the room

And the song they play
Is that guy with the messed up face
Going, precious and few are the moments that you
And your own worst enemy share

Full bottle in front of me
Time to roll up my sleeves
And get to work
And after many glasses of work
I get paid in the brain

And the song they play
Is that guy with the messed up face
Going, precious and few are the moments that you
And your own worst enemy share

And the song they play
Is that guy with the messed up face
Going, precious and few are the moments that you
And your own worst enemy share

It’s your own worst enemy.

[SMILE! :cleeeeeeeeeek!:] :twisted: :m-badassedlol: it’s on my codex, why the fuck isn’t it on ‘theirs’?

:stormsoff:

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