Aww.
There's something that makes you just feel all sortza warm and fuzzy inside when you upload things to a tracker and people download 'em.
Howzit, 'hold?
I'm hungry, but its too late to go eat at the dining hall, and I'm not sure I really want to walk to the UC for a cheese quesadilla (or mediocre Blimpie's wrap).
So I guess I'm not all that hungry then?

haha yeah, i used it but i needed another one

bollocks

they gave it back :(

[quote]ive been looking for a girlfriend, and i have had no success.


if anyone wants to meet up for a drink and see where it goes.. call me on 0798***6905

xxxx
lance[/quote]my mate just posted that as a myspace bulletin

ahahaaa

got his # :)

oops :)

[QUOTE=Little Android Man;16229713]the sun of nothinggggggggggggggginginginggggg[/QUOTE]

This is a Between the Buried and me free thread

Sun Of Nothing

Everywhere I look they are there... what is everyone doing?
Going to a home?
To a place that makes us feel warm... a place that grants us a smile.
Seems like a very simple idea, but not hardly figured out.
(looking everywhere)
I just see faces.
Faces staring blank as they go on with the routine.
This routine.
Nothing new... its time to go through with this.
A spaceman. That’s what they say I am. Nothing but a spaceman... always pushing it all away.
Trying to get to that one place I call home.
The journey begins... forcing a new life with the unexplained... a creeping rush that surrounds me.
Floating.... floating away.
Always pushing it all away. Trying to get to that one place I call home.
My own planet... I allowed this wish... unexpected... not knowing why.
Wonder why I question it now? I'm my own planet... not many can experience this sensation.
Loneliness is creeping out... or in, however you think of it.
But it sure is surrounding me. Maybe all the complaining is an accurance of boredom. I suppose it’s too late.
I am floating farther and farther away. I did love, I did laugh, I did live.
(Now I’m my own planet)
A spaceman. They say I am… a spaceman.
Planets everywhere... my own destiny… I’m floating towards the sun.
The sun of nothing. Floating towards the sun, the sun of nothing. I have become the sun of nothing.
Nothing is here. Memories are not clear.
Floating to the sun… farther away.
I can't believe that’s what it has come to... I never really had it all that bad.
I just looked around and never thought about the blank stares.
(Blank stairs)
They were looking into something much worse than what I thought I was.
Selfishness is a very sticky quality of this species. Looking around...
I don't see any faces... yes I am lonely. It’s to be expected. I’ll sleep now.
(Dream waves)

"Email My Heart"

It's been hours seems like days, since you went away,
And all I do is check the screen to see if you're ok.
You don't answer when I phone, guess you wanna be left alone.
So I'm sending my heart, my soul, and this is what I'll say:

[CHORUS]
I'm sorry, oh so sorry, can't you give me one more chance to make it all up to you.
E-mail my heart and say our love will never die
and that I know you're out there and I know that you still care.
Email me back and say our love will stay alive.
Forever, Email my heart.

Whoa
I can see you in my mind, coming on the line
And opening this letter that I've sent a hundred times.
Here's a picture of us two, I look so good on you
and can't you please forgive me for the hurt I put you through.

[Repeat CHORUS]

I'm sorry, oh so sorry, can't you give me one more chance to make it all up to (you).

E-mail my heart and say our love will never die
and that I know you're out there and I know that you still care
(I know that you still care...)
Email me back and say our love will stay alive
Forever (Won't ya say, Won't ya say)
Forever, Forever
Email my heart

fixd

Backwards Marathon

The early loves seems to become jaded...
I'm never expecting this...
Glance towards the mirror,
Imagination towards the stars...
The endless desire for my one and only true love...
This will never change I predict...
But I do get tired...
If only they knew what push we have given...
For this music...
This happiness that keeps us all sane...
Cold nights seem to force questions, not wanting to accept these thoughts...
I have worked and will keep working...
To keep the tradition of my one true motive in life...
Music...
My only love...
Once building drum boxes and pretending to be the artist...
I guess I'm here but it feels weird...
So weird...
To know how weird all this can be...
It seems to never work out like I planned...
Like we planned.

One day it will come together...
First place desire in the backwards marathon...
That's all we can ask for...

It's raining...
It's raining...
It's raining...
It's raining...
When the sun comes up, it's still raining.
Slowly grow...
Weeds turn into...
Smiling trance...
Never mentioned.

The early love seems to become jaded...
I'm never expecting this...
Dance for the mirror,
Imagination towards the stars...
The endless desire for my one and only true love...
Dreams won't let go...
Thoughts will not change...
Can't watch it fly away...

Damn!

I don't belong, singing these anthems.
This fever is cunning.
Deadly, it's running
straight for the exit, detoured through my veins.
Telling me to "Get the **** out".
I don't recall how it all started.
I tripped on a bass line.
Now my guitar screams
loud about living
loud about love
loud about loathing myself.

When all is said and done.
When all we've said, we've done.

I've howled at the moon.
Been sick by the sunrise.
I've taken abuse from
those who have no right
conducting the violins playing my song.
Thee things that I choose require opinion.
Demand satisfaction and commercial reaction.
I'll just keep on moving
losing every thread.
Tied to the place I call home.

When all is said and done.
When all we've said, we've done.

We are the brand new beatniks.
We are the down and outers.
We are the bleeding hearts, bleeding syncopated, broken rhythm.
Our speed is often break neck.
Just need to slow it down.
Tired of being sleepless.
Tired of being broken, broken!

[quote=Sunshine;16229767]Aww.
There's something that makes you just feel all sortza warm and fuzzy inside when you upload things to a tracker and people download 'em.
[/quote]

I uploaded 3 .iso's of Mike Portnoy's In Constant Motion DVD's. 13 gigs total and at one point there were 500+ leechers and only me seeding.

So far 5000+ people have downloaded it.

I'm a man!!
You're a man!!
We're a man!!
It's a man land!!

I got my pickup truck, and my toolbox out (goddamn yeah!)
I ain't no goddamn woman, I'll spit in you're mother****ing land!

Yeah!!!
What are ya Jason?
A man
He's a goddamn man, not a goddamn woman!!!!
Yeah
Yeah
**** Yeah!!!!

Yeah
Yes
I ain't no little dag gone boy

stfu

d00d not coo

fukking roomate is smoking cigs in his bedroom **** sucker im gonna pour water on his computer

I bet ur avie is hotter

[QUOTE=something erotic;16229938]stfu[/QUOTE]

no u

my speakers are making gay noises.

probably the gay porn

no not that kind of gay like the bad kind of gay u no

probably the gay porn

it sounds like...tsk tsk tsk

maybe i did something bad and it is trying its best to scold me.

I've treated them well, played nothing buy only the brutalest of metal and never put them loud (this i regret). What did i do to you oh speakers?

Well theres the problem, the br00tal muzik needs loud

okay hold on i will try

Selkies on -4dB anyone?

[IMG]http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y58/Pespi/reichen.jpg[/IMG]

Lance Bass's boyfriend is [I]hot[/I].

Not enough butt

wtf.

[quote=Panopticon;16230092]okay hold on i will try

Selkies on -4dB anyone?[/quote]

uhh k wtf it stopped.

i guess my speakers need brutality.