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Thaw, 1st RevisionMy Trek sits in the shed out back  next to some left-over  siding and a rusty lawnmower, waiting  for Pioneers Park, quiet  side streets, the MoPac, or  a short  jaunt to class.   
Snow has sealed its fate for another  few months. Gears and shifters beg  to be called to the front,  
to prove once again  their dominance over  gravel and dirt.   
Ice comes,  Even the knobbiest of tires  
cannot combat  sheet-covered paths.   
My Trek sits in the shed out back,  where it shall remain, dormant.  Spring will come, bringing  the answer Thaw, 1st Revision
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ThawMy Trek sits in the shed out back  next to some left-over  siding and a rusty lawnmower, waiting.  I share its longings for the MoPac,  
Pioneers Park, quiet  side streets, even the short jaunt  to class.   
Snow has sealed its fate for another  few months. Gears and shifters  beg to be called to the front  lines, to prove once again  their dominance over  gravel and dirt.   
Sooner or later, ice comes,  adding to the misery. Not even  
the knobbiest of tires can do  anything to combat the sheet-covered  paths for which my tires  so desire. &nb Thaw
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The Bar, 1st revisionThe man behind the bar looks older than his years.  His brow is wrinkled and dark.  The grungy room smells of smoke and tastes  like stale beer.  He asks what I'll have.  "Scotch." "Rocks?" "Yes".  Three or four other lonely schmucks litter the place.  Hank Williams fills the background  with lonely lamentations of what could have been.  Gouges and dents and various carvings cover  the solid-oak bar top. Hearts  with initials, countless names, all are reminders  of what the bar has seen.  Now it has to see me.  "What's your story, friend?& The Bar, 1st revision
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KeyholeExhausted, I trek on. Snow is cellophane,  wrapping the leftover landscape  to be frozen by the coming ice.   
Sleet turns into hail which becomes  needles. My face is a frostbitten  patchwork of mother’s handiwork.  The porch light, at long last, defeats  the flurries and guides me home.   
The door sleeps serenely.  Quietly, I turn the knob.  The hinges groan briefly  as they are awoken  from slumber.   
With no regard for anything around,  a sudden blast of wind forces the door and all  from my hand.   
Startled, I nearly lose  bal Keyhole
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My Hidden SecretI have a secret,  
Hiding inside me,  One I cannot exclaim,  In fear of rejection;  I cannot let it go,  And let my secret be told,  I cannot tell what I feel,  Because I don't want to see what it will bring;  This secret I have,  Is one of complete passion,  That is unexplainable,  And I cannot let anyone know;  For if the one I wish to tell,  Found out what I truly feel,  I fear the rejection I know will come,  I'm afraid to take that chance again,  Afraid to say those words once more,  My heart is far too gone into the shadows;   
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Like you, the wind  Sweeps me off my feet  Like your lips to mine  The rain is bittersweet   
Your whispers are like thunder  It makes my body shake  Each rumble a little louder  How much more can you take?   
The lightning strikes  Getting me excited  And once again  
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A never ending cycle  This storm will always last  Sunshine and cloudless skies  Are only of the past   
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MachineSomething is wrong with the eyes of the ignorant  Alienating themselves in the eyes of the innocent  The innocent by association becoming the arrogant  Making everyone a guilty party   
There is no way to avoid the destruction of the earth  The lies, deceit, and suffering in which ourselves we immerse  Only the free slaves of our humanity can bring forth  Can bring back all of our sanity   
Look through your staind glass windows  Listen to all the lies  Read all the propaganda  Those Nobel Laureates will take your life  Do what you want with the freedom you have  Becau Machine
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I'm done being the nice guy.

Sat Nov 7, 2009, 2:27 AM
I'm done with caring about people.
I'm done with trying to help, fucking especially if you don't realize that it's all your own fucking fault.
I'm done giving my coat to someone who's cold.
Open your own fucking door, I'm not holding it.
I'm done being the funny guy.
Want a beer? Go buy some, asshole, you can't bum from me.
I'm done being the shoulder to cry on.
I'm done going to those parties.
I'm done getting home at 4:30AM because I had to wait for a fucking cab because my ride passed out.
I'm done with people. I'm more than content staying home alone. Why don't I just do that more?
I'm done hoping.
I'm done praying.

Fuck you all.

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Hello, I'm Spencer. I love music. All of it. Except emo and new country, you know, that pop shit with a drawl that isn't real country like Hank, Johnny, or Willy? Anyways, I love all things, other than those two. Say hi sometime. Tell your friends, or don't. Either way, thanks for coming by.

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  • Favourite movie: Goonies or SLC Punk or American History-X or Good Morning Vietnam or O Brother Where Art Thou
  • Favourite band or musician: 311, Rage Against The Machine, Offspring, Primus, Reel Big Fish, Catch 22, AnchondO, NOFX, Nonpoint
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~gradeaclearance Sep 26, 2009, 2:17:02 PM
I must ask, do you appreciate Pink Floyd's work?

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~ravenbassist Sep 26, 2009, 9:19:26 PM
I do, why do you ask?

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~gradeaclearance Sep 27, 2009, 7:38:01 PM
I just ask that pretty much anyone who has a love for music. No real reason, though. ^^;

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