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<p><i>New day, new name. The Tumblr formerly known as thefandometrics will now only respond to <a href="https://tmblr.co/msqSl7HRvd95qREpIWHptZw">@fandom</a>. We’re more than just data. Spread the word.</i></p><p>Listen up. It’s time. You can feel it in your bones, can’t you? Or maybe it’s that little piece of your brain dedicated to your OTP, your secondary ships, and your favorite fandoms. Its whisper has turned into a blissed-out scream…<br/></p><h2><b><i>SAN DIEGO COMIC-CON IS STARTING IN THREE DAYS. </i></b></h2><p>Can’t make it? Don’t worry—Tumblr will be there covering the most important stuff in comics, movies, TV, games, and all things entertainment. Consider us your eyes and ears. We&rsquo;ll be on the floor, in Artist Alley, at outdoor activations, and everywhere in between. Take it all in via <a href="https://tmblr.co/msqSl7HRvd95qREpIWHptZw">@fandom</a>, the <a href="http://tumblr.com/search/sdcc">#SDCC</a> tag, our <a href="http://instagram.com/tumblr">official Instagram</a>, and a few Answer Times and exclusive GIFs over on <a href="https://tmblr.co/mwphPpMxa8C3zeAQVvle0Qg">@stardom</a>. </p><p>In previous years, we brought <a href="https://fandom.tumblr.com/post/163348304584/over-the-past-four-days-weve-captured-the-best">the best cosplay</a> from the con floor straight to your dashboard (hi, <a href="https://fandom.tumblr.com/post/163316514887/you-shall-not-passthis-post-without-reblogging">Sexy Gandalf</a>). This year we want to add a little audience participation to the mix. Let’s see you—yes, you—in your finest cosplay gear. Whether you’re at Comic-Con yourself or just dressed up at home,<b> <a href="http://fandom.tumblr.com/submit">submit your picture</a> to <a href="https://tmblr.co/msqSl7HRvd95qREpIWHptZw">@fandom</a>. </b>We’re going to showcase the best of the best right here on this ol’ Tumblr.</p>

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Blessed, Crying, and Sorry: @oscarewilde i received this comically large pencil asa gift several years ago and my first thought, understandably, was 'what the christ am i meant to do with this?" 工@oscarewilde. 1d the 2nd thought i had was: I'm Quite Certain I Could Ruin Someone's Day With This. And so a while ago i took it in with me to a lecture, hoping against hope that whichever poor Fool was unfortunate enough to sit next to me might have forgotten or misplaced their writing implement 3 0458 8,741 工@oscarewilde. 1d utilising The Pencil is also dependent on the person not using a laptop. So the chances of success are extraordinarily slim, and I've only managed to find suitable candidates three times in all of the dozens of occasions i've had The Pencil on my person 3 I @oscarewilde 1d i size up my target, watching them feign patting their pockets in vain for the ballpoint they so obviously left at home, and i wait, i wait for the blessed question.... Do You Have A Pen I Could Borrow? I @oscarewilde .1d 'Oh, i say, 'I'm so sorry; I only have a pencil.' 'That's fine!' i hear them say, distantly now, as the blood is rushing to my ears and i can barely hear them. I maintain a straight face. This is key to the delivery and the final blow 5 633 13.8K @oscarewilde 1d I reach into my bag for The Pencil. The look of utter dumbfounded misery as i hand it to the victim is unparalleled in its sweetness. In an instant their eyes flicker through the 5 stages of grief, landing on acceptance, as they realise it's This or Nothing 7 834 14.8K @oscarewilde 10 they Always take the pencil 67 2,088 33.5K <p><a href="http://prideprejudce.tumblr.com/post/175880112996/she-weaponized-her-gag-gift-im-crying" class="tumblr_blog">prideprejudce</a>:</p><blockquote><p>she weaponized her gag gift im crying</p></blockquote>
Blessed, Crying, and Sorry: @oscarewilde
 i received this comically large pencil asa
 gift several years ago and my first
 thought, understandably, was 'what the
 christ am i meant to do with this?"

 工@oscarewilde. 1d
 the 2nd thought i had was: I'm Quite
 Certain I Could Ruin Someone's Day With
 This. And so a while ago i took it in with
 me to a lecture, hoping against hope that
 whichever poor Fool was unfortunate
 enough to sit next to me might have
 forgotten or misplaced their writing
 implement
 3
 0458 8,741
 工@oscarewilde. 1d
 utilising The Pencil is also dependent on
 the person not using a laptop. So the
 chances of success are extraordinarily
 slim, and I've only managed to find
 suitable candidates three times in all of
 the dozens of occasions i've had The
 Pencil on my person
 3
 I @oscarewilde 1d
 i size up my target, watching them feign
 patting their pockets in vain for the
 ballpoint they so obviously left at home,
 and i wait, i wait for the blessed
 question.... Do You Have A Pen I Could
 Borrow?

 I @oscarewilde .1d
 'Oh, i say, 'I'm so sorry; I only have a
 pencil.' 'That's fine!' i hear them say,
 distantly now, as the blood is rushing to
 my ears and i can barely hear them. I
 maintain a straight face. This is key to
 the delivery and the final blow
 5
 633
 13.8K
 @oscarewilde 1d
 I reach into my bag for The Pencil. The
 look of utter dumbfounded misery as i
 hand it to the victim is unparalleled in its
 sweetness. In an instant their eyes flicker
 through the 5 stages of grief, landing on
 acceptance, as they realise it's This or
 Nothing
 7
 834
 14.8K

 @oscarewilde 10
 they Always take the pencil
 67
 2,088
 33.5K
<p><a href="http://prideprejudce.tumblr.com/post/175880112996/she-weaponized-her-gag-gift-im-crying" class="tumblr_blog">prideprejudce</a>:</p><blockquote><p>she weaponized her gag gift im crying</p></blockquote>

<p><a href="http://prideprejudce.tumblr.com/post/175880112996/she-weaponized-her-gag-gift-im-crying" class="tumblr_blog">prideprejudce</a>:<...

Blessed, Crying, and Sorry: @oscarewilde i received this comically large pencil asa gift several years ago and my first thought, understandably, was 'what the christ am i meant to do with this?" 工@oscarewilde. 1d the 2nd thought i had was: I'm Quite Certain I Could Ruin Someone's Day With This. And so a while ago i took it in with me to a lecture, hoping against hope that whichever poor Fool was unfortunate enough to sit next to me might have forgotten or misplaced their writing implement 3 0458 8,741 工@oscarewilde. 1d utilising The Pencil is also dependent on the person not using a laptop. So the chances of success are extraordinarily slim, and I've only managed to find suitable candidates three times in all of the dozens of occasions i've had The Pencil on my person 3 I @oscarewilde 1d i size up my target, watching them feign patting their pockets in vain for the ballpoint they so obviously left at home, and i wait, i wait for the blessed question.... Do You Have A Pen I Could Borrow? I @oscarewilde .1d 'Oh, i say, 'I'm so sorry; I only have a pencil.' 'That's fine!' i hear them say, distantly now, as the blood is rushing to my ears and i can barely hear them. I maintain a straight face. This is key to the delivery and the final blow 5 633 13.8K @oscarewilde 1d I reach into my bag for The Pencil. The look of utter dumbfounded misery as i hand it to the victim is unparalleled in its sweetness. In an instant their eyes flicker through the 5 stages of grief, landing on acceptance, as they realise it's This or Nothing 7 834 14.8K @oscarewilde 10 they Always take the pencil 67 2,088 33.5K <p><a href="http://prideprejudce.tumblr.com/post/175880112996/she-weaponized-her-gag-gift-im-crying" class="tumblr_blog">prideprejudce</a>:</p> <blockquote><p>she weaponized her gag gift im crying</p></blockquote>
Blessed, Crying, and Sorry: @oscarewilde
 i received this comically large pencil asa
 gift several years ago and my first
 thought, understandably, was 'what the
 christ am i meant to do with this?"

 工@oscarewilde. 1d
 the 2nd thought i had was: I'm Quite
 Certain I Could Ruin Someone's Day With
 This. And so a while ago i took it in with
 me to a lecture, hoping against hope that
 whichever poor Fool was unfortunate
 enough to sit next to me might have
 forgotten or misplaced their writing
 implement
 3
 0458 8,741
 工@oscarewilde. 1d
 utilising The Pencil is also dependent on
 the person not using a laptop. So the
 chances of success are extraordinarily
 slim, and I've only managed to find
 suitable candidates three times in all of
 the dozens of occasions i've had The
 Pencil on my person
 3
 I @oscarewilde 1d
 i size up my target, watching them feign
 patting their pockets in vain for the
 ballpoint they so obviously left at home,
 and i wait, i wait for the blessed
 question.... Do You Have A Pen I Could
 Borrow?

 I @oscarewilde .1d
 'Oh, i say, 'I'm so sorry; I only have a
 pencil.' 'That's fine!' i hear them say,
 distantly now, as the blood is rushing to
 my ears and i can barely hear them. I
 maintain a straight face. This is key to
 the delivery and the final blow
 5
 633
 13.8K
 @oscarewilde 1d
 I reach into my bag for The Pencil. The
 look of utter dumbfounded misery as i
 hand it to the victim is unparalleled in its
 sweetness. In an instant their eyes flicker
 through the 5 stages of grief, landing on
 acceptance, as they realise it's This or
 Nothing
 7
 834
 14.8K

 @oscarewilde 10
 they Always take the pencil
 67
 2,088
 33.5K
<p><a href="http://prideprejudce.tumblr.com/post/175880112996/she-weaponized-her-gag-gift-im-crying" class="tumblr_blog">prideprejudce</a>:</p>
<blockquote><p>she weaponized her gag gift im crying</p></blockquote>

<p><a href="http://prideprejudce.tumblr.com/post/175880112996/she-weaponized-her-gag-gift-im-crying" class="tumblr_blog">prideprejudce</a>:<...

Definitely, Friends, and God: AT&T 41 ,d 16%. 1:16AM bulbubsaur Pretend ur invasive self hating thoughts r being said to u by a 13 y/o boy on xbox live trying to get a rise out of you like "Your girlfriend dumped you because you're ugly" that's nice tim isn't it past ur bedtime autistictesla also, if you have intrusive violent thoughts, pretend they're being said to u by an annoying backseat driver "drive into that pole" thanks karen or i could not do that emmmpty Perfect heroscafe you can also pretend that the Super Paranoid thoughts are being said by that conspiracy theorist in your history class "maybe they poisoned you" maybe you should fuck of, geoffrey-with-a-g glampersand OHH MAN I DO THIS SHIT EVERY DAY dapperpea My favorite for intrusive anxious thoughts is to pretend Spock's behind you with an answer "did I lock the door captain you have locked the door every day for over ten years, and it is very hard for most people to break even subconscious habits, so you most definitely locked the door zetsubonna I told my new psychiatrist about how I learned this from y'all and his eyes lit up. He didn't smile but he did nod a whole bunch of times, it was great. merelyimmortal I like to pretend that my intrusive thoughts are being said to me by a super uptight religious white lady "god hates you because you don't believe in him your failures are too great to be forgiven by anyone "everything you do is wrong and you are going to burn in hell" thanks for the input brenda but fuck right off thatoneqprblog I would just like to say that I love you all for this idea. disabledfeministvoice Reblogging this for a friend. krabbydon "you're a parasite on society at large and your friends in specific-" fuck off greg lupinatic You can also pretend you're resisting the Imperius curse, I do that sometimes. Next time you go past the deep fryer, stick your hands right in the hot oil." "Why? Stupid thing to do really. No, I don't think I will, thanks." thewolfisfighting I'm going to queue this forever since it's a coping mechanism that might actually help me and i keep forgetting about it <p>Some good coping strategies :)</p>
Definitely, Friends, and God: AT&T
 41
 ,d 16%. 1:16AM
 bulbubsaur
 Pretend ur invasive self hating thoughts r being said to u by
 a 13 y/o boy on xbox live trying to get a rise out of you like
 "Your girlfriend dumped you because you're ugly" that's nice
 tim isn't it past ur bedtime
 autistictesla
 also, if you have intrusive violent thoughts, pretend they're
 being said to u by an annoying backseat driver
 "drive into that pole" thanks karen or i could not do that
 emmmpty
 Perfect
 heroscafe
 you can also pretend that the Super Paranoid thoughts are
 being said by that conspiracy theorist in your history class
 "maybe they poisoned you" maybe you should fuck of,
 geoffrey-with-a-g
 glampersand
 OHH MAN I DO THIS SHIT EVERY DAY
 dapperpea
 My favorite for intrusive anxious thoughts is to pretend
 Spock's behind you with an answer
 "did I lock the door
 captain you have locked the door every day for over ten
 years, and it is very hard for most people to break even
 subconscious habits, so you most definitely locked the door
 zetsubonna
 I told my new psychiatrist about how I learned this from y'all
 and his eyes lit up. He didn't smile but he did nod a whole
 bunch of times, it was great.
 merelyimmortal
 I like to pretend that my intrusive thoughts are being said to
 me by a super uptight religious white lady
 "god hates you because you don't believe in him your
 failures are too great to be forgiven by anyone "everything
 you do is wrong and you are going to burn in hell"
 thanks for the input brenda but fuck right off
 thatoneqprblog
 I would just like to say that I love you all for this idea.
 disabledfeministvoice
 Reblogging this for a friend.
 krabbydon
 "you're a parasite on society at large and your friends in
 specific-" fuck off greg
 lupinatic
 You can also pretend you're resisting the Imperius curse, I do
 that sometimes.
 Next time you go past the deep fryer, stick your hands right
 in the hot oil."
 "Why? Stupid thing to do really. No, I don't think I will, thanks."
 thewolfisfighting
 I'm going to queue this forever since it's a coping mechanism
 that might actually help me and i keep forgetting about it
<p>Some good coping strategies :)</p>

<p>Some good coping strategies :)</p>

Alive, Bored, and Club: PRAY FOR THE WICKE RP STARTER MEME <p><a href="http://jeanbeanmemes.tumblr.com/post/175161423268/various-lyrics-from-the-panic-at-the-disco-album" class="tumblr_blog">jeanbeanmemes</a>:</p><blockquote> <p> <small><i>Various lyrics from the Panic! At The Disco album. Feel free to change anything to adapt better for RP purposes. This is part two of the lyrics</i><i>! </i><b><i>Some lyrics may be triggering.</i></b></small></p> <h2><b>Dancing’s Not A Crime</b></h2> <ul><li><small>I’m a moon-walker. I’m like MJ up in the clouds.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I know it sounds awkward.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m filthy as charged.<br/></small></li> <li><small>You’re a sweet talker but darlin’ whatcha gonna say now?<br/></small></li> <li><small>The midnight marauders, the higher never come down.</small></li> <li><small>You can’t take me anywhere.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m still uninvited, I’m still gonna light it.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m going insane and I don’t care.</small></li> <li><small>Dancing, dancing, dancing’s not a crime unless you do it without me.</small></li> <li><small>If you’re night crawlin’ with him, I won’t take it lying down.</small></li> <li><small>I’ve got a few lawyers, and you’re guilty as charged, guilty as charged</small></li> <li><small>We could be waltzin’, but darlin’ don’t be throwing shade now.</small></li> <li><small>Don’t call me Saint California if you’re at another altar.</small></li> <li><small>Just gimme your vows.</small></li> </ul><h2><b>One Of The Drunks</b></h2> <ul><li><small>Orange juice, pour out half the carton. Grey Goose, pour it, get it started.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Good times, remedy your sorrows.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Baptize, don’t worry ‘bout tomorrow.</small></li> <li><small>Shake it up, shake it up. <br/></small></li> <li><small>Now it’s time to dive in.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Share a cup, share a cup.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Now you’re screwdriving.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Every weekend with your friends, every weekday when it ends.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Damn, it’s all good, I guess.</small></li> <li><small>This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Searching for a new high, high as the sun, uncomfortably numb.<br/></small></li> <li><small>This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks. Welcome to the club!</small></li> <li><small>Never dry, every day you’re thirsty.</small></li> <li><small>Bourbon high, sip it till you’re tipsy.</small></li> <li><small>Night’s young, searching for a feeling.</small></li> <li><small>Big fun, dancing with the demons.</small></li> <li><small>Holy Spirit grips you like a pistol.</small></li> </ul><h2><b>The Overpass</b></h2> <ul><li><small>Let me hear you say something.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m sorry to get sentimental tonight.<br/></small></li> <li><small>That perfume lingers in your hair.<br/></small></li> <li><small>It’s just that everything reminds me of things I thought I shouldn’t have to see again. <br/></small></li> <li><small>See the thing is I’m so sorry to say you need me, don’t you?<br/></small></li> <li><small>Someone still loves you</small></li> <li><small>Meet me at the overpass.</small></li> <li><small>Sketchy girls and lipstick boys, troubled love and high speed noise.</small></li> <li><small>I know you wanna meet me at the overpass.</small></li> <li><small>Tiny bottles of shit wine in a tin can that climbs.<br/></small></li> <li> <small>I remember every time everything about you is perfect down to your blood type.</small><br/></li> </ul><h2><b>King Of The Cloud</b></h2> <ul><li><small>Heaven knows that I’m born too late for these ghosts that I chase.<br/></small></li> <li><small>With these dreams, I inflate, painted skies in my brain.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Every day, I’m Carl Sagan in space to escape this old world.<br/></small></li> <li><small><br/></small></li> <li><small>Some days I lie wide awake &lsquo;til the Sun hits my face and I fade, elevate from the Earth.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Far away to a place where I’m free from the weight, this old world.</small></li> <li><small>I don’t trust anything or anyone, below the Sun.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I don’t feel anything at all.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m King of the clouds, I get lifted.</small></li> <li><small>Some only live to die, I’m alive to fly higher than angels in outfields inside of my mind.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m ascending these ladders, I’m climbin’, say goodbye to this old world.</small></li> <li><small>When I fall to rise with stardust in my eyes in the backbone of night, I’m combustible. <br/></small></li> <li> <small>Dust in the fire when I can’t sleep a wink, I’m too tired.</small><br/></li> </ul><h2><b>Old Fashioned</b></h2> <ul><li> <small>Once upon a thrill from a kiss to a swill, we were swallowing the nights like we have nine lives. </small><br/></li> <li> <small>Dead and gone so long, seventeen so gone.</small><br/></li> <li><small>We were bored like kids with a book of disorders, medicating every day to keep the straightness in order.</small></li> <li><small>It’s the false side of hope, where believers concede, and there’s only memories when it’s over.</small></li> <li><small>Pour out some liquor, make it an old fashioned. </small></li> <li><small>Remember your youth and all that you do, the plank and the passion.</small></li> <li><small>They were the best of times, they were the best of times.</small></li> <li><small>Once upon before we were brilliant and bored. <br/></small></li> <li><small>Two dashes of the bitters, add some ice and you pour.</small></li> <li><small>Get boozy, boozy, boozy.</small></li> <li><small>Now it looks like a wasteland.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Not the way that we remember.<br/></small></li> <li> <small>One more sip for the past, and always tip your bartender.</small><br/></li> </ul><h2><b>Dying In LA</b></h2> <ul><li><small>The moment you arrived, they built you up.<br/></small></li> <li><small>The sun was in your eyes. You couldn’t believe it.</small></li> <li><small>Riches all around, you’re walking. <br/></small></li> <li><small>Stars are on the ground, you start to believe it.</small></li> <li><small>Every face along the boulevard is a dreamer just like you. <br/></small></li> <li><small>You looked at death in a tarot card and you saw what you had to do.<br/></small></li> <li><small>But nobody knows you now, when you’re dying in LA.<br/></small></li> <li><small>And nobody owes you now, when you’re dying in LA<br/></small></li> <li><small>Nights at the chateau trapped in your sunset bungalow, you couldn’t escape it.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Drink of paradise, they told you put your blood on ice.<br/></small></li> <li> <small>You’re not gonna make it.</small><br/></li> </ul></blockquote>
Alive, Bored, and Club: PRAY FOR THE WICKE
 RP STARTER MEME
<p><a href="http://jeanbeanmemes.tumblr.com/post/175161423268/various-lyrics-from-the-panic-at-the-disco-album" class="tumblr_blog">jeanbeanmemes</a>:</p><blockquote>
<p>

<small><i>Various lyrics from the Panic! At The Disco album. Feel free to change anything to adapt better for RP purposes. This is part two of the lyrics</i><i>! </i><b><i>Some lyrics may be triggering.</i></b></small></p>
<h2><b>Dancing’s Not A Crime</b></h2>
<ul><li><small>I’m a moon-walker. I’m like MJ up in the clouds.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I know it sounds awkward.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I’m filthy as charged.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>You’re a sweet talker but darlin’ whatcha gonna say now?<br/></small></li>
<li><small>The midnight marauders, the higher never come down.</small></li>
<li><small>You can’t take me anywhere.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I’m still uninvited, I’m still gonna light it.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I’m going insane and I don’t care.</small></li>
<li><small>Dancing, dancing, dancing’s not a crime unless you do it without me.</small></li>
<li><small>If you’re night crawlin’ with him, I won’t take it lying down.</small></li>
<li><small>I’ve got a few lawyers, and you’re guilty as charged, guilty as charged</small></li>
<li><small>We could be waltzin’, but darlin’ don’t be throwing shade now.</small></li>
<li><small>Don’t call me Saint California if you’re at another altar.</small></li>
<li><small>Just gimme your vows.</small></li>
</ul><h2><b>One Of The Drunks</b></h2>
<ul><li><small>Orange juice, pour out half the carton. Grey Goose, pour it, get it started.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Good times, remedy your sorrows.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Baptize, don’t worry ‘bout tomorrow.</small></li>
<li><small>Shake it up, shake it up. <br/></small></li>
<li><small>Now it’s time to dive in.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Share a cup, share a cup.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Now you’re screwdriving.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Every weekend with your friends, every weekday when it ends.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Damn, it’s all good, I guess.</small></li>
<li><small>This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Searching for a new high, high as the sun, uncomfortably numb.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks. Welcome to the club!</small></li>
<li><small>Never dry, every day you’re thirsty.</small></li>
<li><small>Bourbon high, sip it till you’re tipsy.</small></li>
<li><small>Night’s young, searching for a feeling.</small></li>
<li><small>Big fun, dancing with the demons.</small></li>
<li><small>Holy Spirit grips you like a pistol.</small></li>
</ul><h2><b>The Overpass</b></h2>
<ul><li><small>Let me hear you say something.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I’m sorry to get sentimental tonight.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>That perfume lingers in your hair.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>It’s just that everything reminds me of things I thought I shouldn’t have to see again. <br/></small></li>
<li><small>See the thing is I’m so sorry to say you need me, don’t you?<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Someone still loves you</small></li>
<li><small>Meet me at the overpass.</small></li>
<li><small>Sketchy girls and lipstick boys, troubled love and high speed noise.</small></li>
<li><small>I know you wanna meet me at the overpass.</small></li>
<li><small>Tiny bottles of shit wine in a tin can that climbs.<br/></small></li>
<li>
<small>I remember every time everything about you is perfect down to your blood type.</small><br/></li>
</ul><h2><b>King Of The Cloud</b></h2>
<ul><li><small>Heaven knows that I’m born too late for these ghosts that I chase.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>With these dreams, I inflate, painted skies in my brain.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Every day, I’m Carl Sagan in space to escape this old world.<br/></small></li>
<li><small><br/></small></li>
<li><small>Some days I lie wide awake &lsquo;til the Sun hits my face and I fade, elevate from the Earth.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Far away to a place where I’m free from the weight, this old world.</small></li>
<li><small>I don’t trust anything or anyone, below the Sun.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I don’t feel anything at all.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I’m King of the clouds, I get lifted.</small></li>
<li><small>Some only live to die, I’m alive to fly higher than angels in outfields inside of my mind.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I’m ascending these ladders, I’m climbin’, say goodbye to this old world.</small></li>
<li><small>When I fall to rise with stardust in my eyes in the backbone of night, I’m combustible. <br/></small></li>
<li>
<small>Dust in the fire when I can’t sleep a wink, I’m too tired.</small><br/></li>
</ul><h2><b>Old Fashioned</b></h2>
<ul><li>
<small>Once upon a thrill from a kiss to a swill, we were swallowing the nights like we have nine lives. </small><br/></li>
<li>
<small>Dead and gone so long, seventeen so gone.</small><br/></li>
<li><small>We were bored like kids with a book of disorders, medicating every day to keep the straightness in order.</small></li>
<li><small>It’s the false side of hope, where believers concede, and there’s only memories when it’s over.</small></li>
<li><small>Pour out some liquor, make it an old fashioned. </small></li>
<li><small>Remember your youth and all that you do, the plank and the passion.</small></li>
<li><small>They were the best of times, they were the best of times.</small></li>
<li><small>Once upon before we were brilliant and bored. <br/></small></li>
<li><small>Two dashes of the bitters, add some ice and you pour.</small></li>
<li><small>Get boozy, boozy, boozy.</small></li>
<li><small>Now it looks like a wasteland.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Not the way that we remember.<br/></small></li>
<li>
<small>One more sip for the past, and always tip your bartender.</small><br/></li>
</ul><h2><b>Dying In LA</b></h2>
<ul><li><small>The moment you arrived, they built you up.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>The sun was in your eyes. You couldn’t believe it.</small></li>
<li><small>Riches all around, you’re walking. <br/></small></li>
<li><small>Stars are on the ground, you start to believe it.</small></li>
<li><small>Every face along the boulevard is a dreamer just like you. <br/></small></li>
<li><small>You looked at death in a tarot card and you saw what you had to do.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>But nobody knows you now, when you’re dying in LA.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>And nobody owes you now, when you’re dying in LA<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Nights at the chateau trapped in your sunset bungalow, you couldn’t escape it.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Drink of paradise, they told you put your blood on ice.<br/></small></li>
<li>
<small>You’re not gonna make it.</small><br/></li>
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