Most Impressive. Just so you know, my username is pronounced "Le Yawn".... Seeing as 'Jahn' is my last name, I hate when people pronounce it wrong, kkplzthnx.
So, I'm not really all that new to deviantART. I've been on here since 2004, just needed a fresh start.
Blar. I'm not in the greatest of moods right now. I don't feel oh so creative like I used to, I have no ideas for what to do, and when I lack inspiration, my art sucks bawls.
Bawls is a great energy drink, by the way. I thoroughly enjoy it. Thoroughly. Rock Star isn't bad, either.
Pepsi comes first, though.
I'm in a Megadeth mood lately. A wonderful band, to say the least. I'm starting to think they're passing Dream Theater for first place.
Do you ever feel completely and utterly isolated? And Alone?
Do you ever wonder if there really is a God... And if so, why's he such a jerk?
Hah.
Questions.
I like this Batman blanket.
I'm not big on the new Transformers. The Original was a classic. This one was mediocre, though, the graphics were amazing.
-le shrug-
Not much to say. Just rambling at six in the morning.
Sweating Bullets - Megadeth
Hello me...meet the real me.
And my misfits way of life.
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession.
Hindsight is always 20-20,
But looking back its still a bit fuzzy.
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story...tell it to readers digest!!!
/chorus/
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxietys attacking me, and
My air is getting thin.
Im in trouble for the things
I havent got to yet.
Im chomping at the bit, and my
Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets.
Hello me...its me again.
You can subdue, but never tame me.
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level.
Yea, just keep on thinking its my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance.
Mankind has got to know
His limitations.
/chorus/
Feeling claustrophobic,
Like the walls are closing in.
Blood stains on my hands and
I dont know where Ive been.
Im in trouble for the things
I havent got to yet.
Im sharpening the axe and my
Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets.
Well, me...its nice talking to myself,
A credit to dementia.
Some day you too will know my pain,
And smile its blacktooth grin.
If the war inside my head
Wont take a day off Ill be dead.
My icy fingers claw your back,
Here I come again.
/chorus/
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxietys attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Feeling claustrophobic,
Like the walls are closing in.
Blood stains on my hands and
I dont know where Ive been
Once you committed me
Now youve acquitted me
Claiming validity
For your stupidity
Im chomping at the bit
Im sharpening the axe
Here I come again, whoa!
Sweating bullets
Angsty
Devious Comments
I hope you don't feel completely alone
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Silly cheese...
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