From My Heart, Through My Eyes, To These Words
James
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I never wanted to be 'one of those'. Marching to a different tune and singing to a different song, this is, yours sincerely, Me.

Talk No More
Tuesday, November 30, 2010 @ Go burn yourself.
Count to ten... Count to hundred. Ack, forget it. Forgive and forget may be a trait that is non-existent when I have so many adjectives to describe you*, and none of them are PG13.

You* may act like you're full of class and the upper standards, but to me, you're* just full of shit.

If there's one thing that I seriously hate, it's being disrespected like that. There is always a line in social interactions and when it is crossed, you know you're being disrespected. You* just did that, and I wish for the day that your mask of hyprocracy burns, together with the incineration of everything that you* own.

A tad too much? Maybe. At least that beats counting to ten. Now we just need a spark.

I'm surprised I entered this post without the use of a single swear word. Because in my eyes, everything you* do and say just makes you* look more like a piece of shit. (Now that's not a swear word, I'm using that as a noun, and it is also one of the adjectives that are used to describe you.*)

Go burn yourself six feet under.

The Way I Live - James

Manners would make a man
Apologies, to things can mend
Thank for what gets grant
Plead for what you want

Actions define your class,
Only from the heart it should be,
Instincts that reflects thee,
Hypocrites will finish last.

Do unto others,
What you would others do unto you,
But seek revenge,
And it only begets,
Another avenge.



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