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Schmitty_Mgee
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Name: Patrick
Country: United States
State: Illinois
Metro: Bartlett
Birthday: 10/2/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: Im a carpenter... very good with my hands ;) i spend my summers at the Bristol Renfaire. every once in a while i just wanna party, im not a dancer though, i just party hardy.
read my site enough and youll know i love music
Expertise: im very mechanically inclined and great with my hands, im fairly good at massage and would like to go more in that direction... but no willing subjects to practice on....
im also an accomplished woodsman, one of those guys you stick in the wilderness with a knife and i can live for months
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  DrnkanIrish
MSN: waf_psycho@hotmail.com
Yahoo:  Drnkanirish
Member Since:
9/28/2004
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| ok im just not going to post for a long while.... if again... i doubt
you all want to hear my continual depressive and angry rants so im just
going to shut the fuck up
"If you have nothing nice to say, you're probably surrounded by assholes."
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| well... i have til the end of the month now... i guess i had forgotten
about this deadline.... no college, no full time job = no home.
but what am i to do? every job i apply for i get turned down... i have no idea what i could possibly be doing wrong.
i know where i want to go to college and what i want to study, but
apparently because thats not what my mother wants me to do i cant go
there... i need to go to a community college and waste away... i know
if i went to a community college i would waste my time, not do anything
just like i did in high school... there is no interest there for me.
well i guess in a few weeks i will most likely be living in the
streets... oh well
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| Flogging Molly - Far Away Boys
Well I worked on the railroad
For t’pence a day
Drank down one penny
The other I’d save
I hammered and I hammered
For God knows how long
Well into madness, with each setting sun
I put my head down and I dreamt you were here
With me by the ol’ tree, where no one could care
Far Away Boys, Far Away Boys
Away from ya now
I’m lyin’ with my sweetheart
In her arms I’ll be found
Then the sun belched upon me
You were no longer here
Lyin’ in your place was my hammer and my gear
So I stamped out the fire that kept us both warm
The ashes were fallin’
Like the snow drops of old
We came to a mountain
Dynamite and she’ll blow
A big hole in that rock
Like the one in my soul
Far Away Boys, Far Away Boys
Away from ya now
I’m lyin’ with my sweetheart
In her arms I’ll be found
We buried four workmen
They dug themselves well
>From four empty coffins, to four early graves
They’re only paddys, just paddys
Don’t dig them too deep
You’ll need all your strength boys
And they’re replaced easily
With the heat I was melting
Into your sweet lips
Ah, your kiss takes me back
Takes me back from all this
Far Away Boys, Far Away Boys
Away from ya now
I’m lyin’ with my sweetheart
In her arms I’ll be found
Someone said it was Christmas
But not a tree was in sight
The only thing growin’ was my will to die
Till the gaffer said ‘men, your work here is done’
I said ‘I’ll see you in Hell, on that train we died for’
Never again, will I smell your sweet dream
But a pissed stained ol’ gutter where…
You lips used to be
Far Away Boys, Far Away Boys
Away from ya now
I’m lyin’ with my sweetheart
In her arms I’ll be found
*sigh*
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| wow i just slept in, cause i have nothing to do.... ive finished
everything, for right now at least... i have nothing to do but sit here
listen to music and read...
wow
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| Home is where the heart is.
but i hardly ever feel at home anywhere i go...
does that mean i have no heart?
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