| G.B.I.'s Home Page |
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| Welcome to my page, My Website is about myself, music, and poems. Thank you for your visit and enjoy what I offer. And what better way to begin a website than with peoms: |
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| PUNK ROCK IS FREEDOM |
| Click on the guy cuddling the bear fearfully- to go to an info page for myself. |
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| HYPOCRITE She spoke of heaven, And an angelic host. She spoke of God, And the Holy Ghost. She spoke of christs teachings, of mans brotherhood; Yet when she had to sit by a negro once- she stood. *Elizabeth Hart -1933* |
| Rats of reality Fading vision of a life unlived, you don't regret a single thing you did. Don't wanna push the button, don't wanna be dead. Just got to feed the creature inside your head. No no no, you got no brains, in the thick skull. The rats of reality, have eaten them all. One more hit, down the left field wall can't see whats real or fantasy at all. Still have your morals, but they're hidden today. It doesn't matter, your brains in decay. No no no, you got no brains, in that thick skull. The rats of reality have eaten them all. Fought the real ones, illusions too, So depressed, don't know what to do. Forgot about angels, devils as well Theres only you and all the rats in hell. No no no, you got no brains, in that thick skull. The rats of reality have eaten them all. *C.J.* |