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If these show up ANYWHERE online, I will hunt you down and murder you.
You have been warned.
These are mine, and mine alone. I've decided to be nice and share them with FRIENDS- FRIENDS ONLY! Leave them HERE! Don't go to tiny pic and upload them to another site, don't share the link with YOUR friends.
If this happens, You're gone, and I will take them down and you'll ruin it for everyone else.
They aren't the greatest videos, but they're MINE.

Hum Hallelujah


Beat It:


Golden:


Saturday:

Rock, DJ!

If these show up ANYWHERE online, I will find you and murder you.
You have been warned.

Wonderwall:


Sweet Escape:


Sweet Child O' Mine:


Girls, Girls, Girls (from above)


Cupid's Chokehold:


Pour Some Sugar On Me:


White Rapper:

S.T.A.R.I.N.G.- I can't stop staring

It's been forever-
I haven't had much to say.
I still don't.
The ones and twos are back on, baby!
I'll be the one, who will be my number two?

Don't know if it's the adrenaline or the meds or the sunshine I've been injesting,
But all my problems seem smaller.
Like the pants I bought the other day.

My shell is here, but my soul is 650 miles away.
Guess it caught an earlier flight.
Perma-plastered smile gives me away.
Can't wait to blow this pop stand [up].

I always wanted to get away from Milwaukee.
Now, I can't wait to get away to it.
Funny how the tables are turned once you reach the other side
And see that the grass is the same fucking shade-
Only not quite the same.

Bad analogies are my best friend-
You should send them a friend request.

Who Needs A Clever Title Anyways?

I exist on music, polluted air, diet pills and lithium.
I haven't injested much else since Tuesday night.
I don't really need anything else.
6 days until I get away and out of my head.
This is going to be my lost weekend.
Hopefully, I find my way back.
Hopefully I don't lose myself completely.
Hold on to your hat, Mr. Toad...
It's going to be a wild ride.

The Girl With The Thorn In Her Brain

She stares at the page-
So White and Pure
Wanting to defile it
With scribbles resembling words and slashes and heartache.
Her mind held together with pharmaceutical bandages
And nicotine and choruses.

But everynight the nightmares and tremors come,
Clawing their way through the drug induced haze,
Tearing away at her sanity.

She wants to be the paper's nightmare.
Wanting to make it unblanaced and imperfect, and
She wants to make the pages understand.

She wants someone to understand.