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MoCcAnDy's Homepage http://www.zorpia.com/MoCcAnDy Sun, 03 Jan 2010 07:46 EST Sun, 03 Jan 2010 07:46 EST Zorpia.com lyrics http://www.zorpia.com/MoCcAnDy/journal/1553203 the lyrics of the song in ma page " that if it was workin aslan " "24" for jem Been given 24 hours To tie up loose ends To make amends His eyes said it all I started to fall And the silence deafened Head spinning round No time to sit down Just wanted to Run and run and run Be careful they say Don't wish life away, Now I've one day And I can't believe How I've been wasting my time In 24 hours they'll be Laying flowers On my life, it's over tonight I'm not messing no I Need your blessing And your promise to live free Please do it for me Is there a heaven a hell And will I come back Who can tell Now I can see What matters to me It's as clear as crystal The places I've been The people I've seen Plans that I made Start to fade The sun's setting gold Thought I would grow old, It wasn't to be And I can't believe How I've been wasting my time In 18 hours they'll be Laying flowers On my life, it's over tonight I'm not messing no I Need your blessing And your promise to live free Please do it for me In 13 hours they'll be Laying flowers On my life, it's over tonight I'm not messing no I Need your blessing And your promise to live free Please do it for me I'm not alone, I sense it, I sense it All that I said, I meant it, I meant it And I can't believe How much I've wasted my time In just 8 hours they'll be Laying flowers On my life, it's over tonight I'm not messing no I Need your blessing And your promise to live free Please do it for me In just 1 hour they'll be Laying flowers On my life, it's over tonight I'm not messing no I Need your blessing And your promise to live free Please do it for me Personal http://www.zorpia.com/MoCcAnDy/journal/1553203 Mon, 26 Jun 2006 07:14 EST A Joke http://www.zorpia.com/MoCcAnDy/journal/1547679 When the americans went to space they quickly found out that ball point pens wouldn't work in zero G's so NASA spent a decade and 12 billion dollars developing a pen that could write in zero G's, upside down, underwater on almost any surface including glass and in temperatures ranging from below freezing and to 300 degrees F THE RUSSIANS USED A PENCIL Personal http://www.zorpia.com/MoCcAnDy/journal/1547679 Fri, 16 Jun 2006 09:07 EST SANITARIUM http://www.zorpia.com/MoCcAnDy/journal/1533095  <img title="7941312" alt="7941312" src="http://nor.zorpia.com/0/1793/11476609.ec7f87.jpg" border="0" />Welcome to where time stands still, no one leaves and no one will.Moon is full never seems to change just labeled mentally deranged.Dream the same thing every night I see our freedom in my sight.No locked doors no windows barred, no things to make my brain seemed scarred.Sleep my friend and you will see, that dream is my reality.. They keep me locked up in this cage, can't you see this is why my brains says rage...SANITARIUM...leave me be....SANITARIUM...just leave me alone.Build my fear of whats out there, cannot breath the open air.Whisper things into my brain, assuring me that I'm in sane.They think our heads are in their hands..but violent use brings violence plans."Keep him tied it makes him well, he's getting better can't you tell?" No more can they keep us in... LISTEN DAMMIT WE WILL WIN.They see it right they see it well but they think this saves us from our hell....SANITARIUM....leave me be.....SANITARIUM.....just leave me the f**k  alone..... Personal http://www.zorpia.com/MoCcAnDy/journal/1533095 Tue, 23 May 2006 07:17 EST DISTURBED LYRICS http://www.zorpia.com/MoCcAnDy/journal/1473453 u can't enjoy this songs wizout knowin the lyrics so here it is :"Stricken" You walk on like a woman in suffering Won't even bother now to tell me why You come alone, letting all of us savor the moment Leaving me broken another time You come on like a bloodstained hurricane Leave me alone, let me be this time You carry on like a holy man pushing redemption I don't want to mention, the reason I know That I am stricken and can't let you go When the heart is cold, there's no hope, and we know That I am crippled by all that you've done Into the abyss will I run You don't know what your power has done to me I want to know if I'll heal inside I can't go on with a holocaust about to happen Seeing you laughing another time You'll never know how your face has haunted me My very soul has to bleed this time Another hole in the wall of my inner defenses Leaving me breathless, the reason I know That I am stricken and can't let you go When the heart is cold, there's no hope, and we know That I am crippled by all that you've done Into the abyss will I run Into the abyss will I run You walk on like a woman in suffering Won't even bother now to tell me why You come alone, letting all of us savor the moment Leaving me broken another time You come on like a bloodstained hurricane Leave me alone, let me be this time You carry on like a holy man pushing redemption I don't want to mention, the reason I know That I am stricken and can't let you go When the heart is cold, there's no hope, and we know That I am crippled by all that you've done Into the abyss will I run Into the abyss will I run I can't let you go Yes I am stricken and can't let you go Personal http://www.zorpia.com/MoCcAnDy/journal/1473453 Fri, 27 Jan 2006 21:09 EST just a quote http://www.zorpia.com/MoCcAnDy/journal/1469359 <img title="4126278.31f39f" alt="4126278.31f39f" src="http://nor.zorpia.com/0/1333/8535690.31f39f.jpg" border="0" />I climb this tower inside my head ...A spiral stair above my bed...I dream the stairs dont ask me why... I throw myself into the sky. Personal http://www.zorpia.com/MoCcAnDy/journal/1469359 Sat, 21 Jan 2006 01:10 EST THINGS MY MOTHER TAUGHT ME http://www.zorpia.com/MoCcAnDy/journal/1400645 <div>THINGS  MY MOTHER TAUGHT ME *My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE-"If you're going to kill each other do it outside-I just finished cleaning." *My mother taught me RELIGION-"You better pray that will come out of the carpet." *My mother taught me TIME TRAVEL-"If you don't straighten up, I'm going to kick you into the middle of next week." *My mother taught me LOGIC-"Because I said so, that's why." *My mother taught me FORESIGHT-"Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case your in an accident." *My mother taught me IRONY-"Keep laughing and I'll *give* you something to cry about." *My mother taught me OSMOSIS-"Shut your mouth and eat your supper." *My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM-"Will you look at the dirt on the back on your neck!" *My mother taught me STAMINA-"You'll sit there till all that spinach is finished." *My mother taught me about WEATHER-"It looks as if a tornado swept through your room." *My mother taught me how to solve PHYSICS PROBLEMS-"If I yelled because I saw a meteor coming towards you; would you then listen." *My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY-"If I've told you once I've told you a million times-Don't Exaggerate!!!" *My mother taught me THE CIRCLE OF LIFE-" I brought you into this world, and I can take you out." *My mother taught me about BEHAVIOUR MODIFICATION-"Stop acting like your father." *My mother taught me about ENVY-"There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't have wonderful parents like you do." THANKS, MUM! </div> Personal http://www.zorpia.com/MoCcAnDy/journal/1400645 Thu, 13 Oct 2005 17:29 EST forever in my heart http://www.zorpia.com/MoCcAnDy/journal/1387033  <img title="Untitled" alt="Untitled" src="http://nor.zorpia.com/0/540/3457813.9a6849.jpg" border="0" />Right now I'm in a better place, and though we seem apart, I'm closer than I ever was... I'm there inside your heart. I'm with you when you greet each day and while the sun shines bright. I'm there to share the sunsets too... I'm with you every night. The rainy days that we endured, the joyful times we shared-- Just look inside your loving heart, and you will find me there. And when that day arrives that we are no longer are apart, I'll smile and hold you close to me... forever in my heart. Personal http://www.zorpia.com/MoCcAnDy/journal/1387033 Sun, 02 Oct 2005 13:26 EST A DEATH QUOTE http://www.zorpia.com/MoCcAnDy/journal/1387024 A brief candle; both ends burning An endless mile; a bus wheel turning A friend to share the lonesome times A handshake and a sip of wine So say it loud and let it ring We are all a part of everything The future, present and the past Fly on proud bird You're free at last. Personal http://www.zorpia.com/MoCcAnDy/journal/1387024 Sun, 02 Oct 2005 13:03 EST a morning person http://www.zorpia.com/MoCcAnDy/journal/1330794 I woke early one morning, The earth lay cool and still When suddenly a tiny bird Perched on my window sill, He sang a song so lovely So carefree and so gay, That slowly all my troubles Began to slip away. He sang of far off places of laughter and of fun, It seemed his very trilling, brought up the morning sun. I stirred beneath the covers Crept slowly out of bed, Then gently shut the window And crushed his f***ing head ... I'm not a morning person Personal http://www.zorpia.com/MoCcAnDy/journal/1330794 Mon, 22 Aug 2005 17:05 EST 15 things to make ur parents think u r insane http://www.zorpia.com/MoCcAnDy/journal/1329766                                        <img title="Untitled" alt="Untitled" src="http://nor.zorpia.com/0/540/3457810.4988fb.jpg" border="0" />  15 THINGS TO MAKE UR PARENTS THINK UR INSANE!! 1. Follow them around the house everywhere. 2. Moo when they say your name. 3. Run into walls. 4. Say that wearing clothes is against your religion. 5. Stand over them at four in the morning with a huge grin on your face and say, good morning sunshine 6. Pluck someone's hair out and yell, "DNA" 7. Wear a sticker that says, "Iâ€™m a retard" 8. Have 20 imaginary friends that you talk to all the time. 9. In public yell, "No Mom/Dad, I will not make out with you!!" 10. Do what they actually tell you. 11. Jump off the roof, trying to fly. 12. Hold their hand and whisper to them, I see dead people. 13. At everything they say yell, Liar. 14. Try to swim in the floor. 15. Tap on their door all night. Personal http://www.zorpia.com/MoCcAnDy/journal/1329766 Sun, 21 Aug 2005 19:55 EST dont ask me if i wrote it coz i didn't =) http://www.zorpia.com/MoCcAnDy/journal/1329534                                             <img title="3797165" alt="3797165" src="http://nor.zorpia.com/0/681/4360143.bd3a18.jpg" border="0" />Her hair was up in a ponytail Her favorite dress tied with a bow Today was Daddy's Day at school And she couldn't wait to go. But her mommy tried to tell her, That she probably should stay home. Why the kids might not understand, If she went to school alone. But she was not afraid; She knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates Of why he wasn't there today. But still her mother worried, For her to face this day alone. And that was why once again, She tried to keep her daughter home. But the little girl went to school, Eager to tell them all. About a dad she never sees, A dad who never calls. There were daddies along the wall in back, For everyone to meet Children squirming impatently, Anxious in their seats. One by one the teacher called, Each student from the class. To introduce their daddy, As seconds slowly passed. At last the teacher called her name, Every child turned to stare. Each of them was searching, For a man who wasn't there. "Where's her daddy at?" She heard a boy call out. "She probably doesn't have one" Another student dared to shout. And from somewhere near the back, She heard a daddy say, "Looks like another deadbeat dad, Too busy to waste his day." The words did not offened her, As she smiled up at her mom. And looked back at her teacher, Who told her to go on. And with hands behind her back, Slowly she began to speak. And out from the mouth of a child, Came words incredibly unique. "My daddy couldn't be here, Because he lives so far away. But I know he wishes he could be, Since this is such a special day. And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know. All about my daddy, And how much he loves me so. He loved to tell me stories He taught me to ride my bike. He surprised me with pink roses, And taught me to fly a kite. We used to share fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a cone. And though you cannot see him, I'm not standing here alone. Cause my daddy's always with me Even though we are apart. I know because he told me, He'll forever be in my heart." With that, her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest. Feeling her own heartbeat, Beneath her favorite dress. And from somewhere in the crowd of dads, Her mother stood in tears. Proudly watching her daughter, Who was wise beyond her years. For she stood up for the love Of a man not in her life. Doing what was best for her, Doing what was right. And when she dropped her hand back down, Staring straight into the crowd. She finished with a voice so soft, But its message clear and loud. "I love my daddy very much, He's my shining star. And if he could he'd be here, But heaven's just too far. You see he was a fireman And died just this past yearBut sometimes when I close my eyes, It's like he never went away." And then she closes her eyes, And saw him there that day. And to her mother's amazement, She witnessed with surprise. A room full of daddies and children, All starting to close their eyes. Who knows what they say before them, Who knows what they felt inside. Perhaps for merely a second, They saw him at her side. "I know you're with me Daddy." To the silence she called out. And what happened next made believers, Of those once filled with doubt. Not one in that room could explain it, For each of their eyes had been closed. But there on the desk beside her, Was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose. And a child was blessed, if only for a moment, By the love of her shining bright star. And given the gift of believing, That heaven is never too far . Personal http://www.zorpia.com/MoCcAnDy/journal/1329534 Sun, 21 Aug 2005 13:44 EST a gr8 story ..... just sharin' it wiz u guys http://www.zorpia.com/MoCcAnDy/journal/1327340 Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called it "Chops" because that was the name of his dog And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and a gold star And his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts That was the year that Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo And he let them sing on the bus And his little sister was born with tiny toenails and no hair And his mother and father kissed a lot And the girl around the corner sent him a valentine signed with a row of X's and he had to ask his father what the X's meant And his father always tucked him in bed at night And was always there to do it Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines he wrote a poem And he called it "Autumn" because that was the name of the season And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and asked him to write more clearly And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because of its new paint And the kids told him that Father Tracy smoked cigars And left butts on the pews And sometimes they would burn holes That was the year his sister got glasses with thick lenses and black frames And the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see Santa Claus And the kids told him why his mother and father kissed a lot And his father never tucked him in bed at night And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it. Once on a paper torn from his notebook he wrote a poem And he called it "Innocence: A Question" because that was the question about his girl And that's what it was all about And his professor gave him an A and a strange steady look And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her That was the year that Father Tracy died And he forgot how the end of the Apostle's Creed went And he caught his sister making out on the back porch And his mother and father never kissed or even talked And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup That made him cough when he kissed her but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed his father snoring soundly That's why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another poem And he called it "Absolutely Nothing" Because that's what it was really all about And he gave himself an A and a slash on each damned wrist And he hung it on the bathroom door because this time he didn't think he could reach the kitchen. Personal http://www.zorpia.com/MoCcAnDy/journal/1327340 Fri, 19 Aug 2005 18:53 EST I AM NOT THERE http://www.zorpia.com/MoCcAnDy/journal/1327338 I AM NOT THERE Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush, Of quiet birds circled flight I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there. I did not die. Personal http://www.zorpia.com/MoCcAnDy/journal/1327338 Fri, 19 Aug 2005 18:47 EST i love my friends http://www.zorpia.com/MoCcAnDy/journal/1321681                                                               <img title="Untitled" height="247" alt="Untitled" src="http://nor.zorpia.com/0/684/4381845.2300f1.jpg" width="416" border="0" />                         Personal http://www.zorpia.com/MoCcAnDy/journal/1321681 Mon, 15 Aug 2005 21:22 EST i didn't write it i'm just sharing it http://www.zorpia.com/MoCcAnDy/journal/1319478                                                   <img title="xxxValantinexxx" alt="xxxValantinexxx" src="http://nor.zorpia.com/0/498/3193075.d6fe46.jpg" border="0" />"Love Ya!!" Suppose one morning you never wake up, Do all your friends know  you love them? I was thinking...I could die today, tomorrow or next  week, and I wondered if I had any wounds needing to be healed, friendships  that needed rekindling or three words needing to be said. Let every one  of your friends know you love them. Even if you think they don't love you  back, you would be amazed at what those three little words and a smile can  do. And just in case GOD calls me home ...... I LOVE YA!!! Personal http://www.zorpia.com/MoCcAnDy/journal/1319478 Sun, 14 Aug 2005 14:22 EST