Zy's Post-It Notes

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Her job was to protect her boss. It wasn't to fall in love with the man who was trying to kill him...

<<send me a PM if you're interested in playing the killer>>
 
sits back in her favorite chair, hair up in a ponytail and tunes! Must have writing music!!!!

https://youtu.be/3qBPoFFKmQk?list=RDEMRoCx7NEN4B1lXoHSAiz26w

"B.Y.O.B."

Why do they always send the poor?

Barbarisms by Barbaras
With pointed heels.
Victorious, victories kneel.
For brand new spankin' deals.
Marching forward hypocritic
And hypnotic computers.

You depend on our protection,
Yet you feed us lies from the table cloth.

La, la la, la la, la la, la la,

Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine.

Kneeling roses disappearing
Into Moses' dry mouth.
Breaking into Fort Knox,
Stealing our intentions.
Hangars sitting dripped in oil,
Crying, "Freedom!"

Handed to obsoletion,
Still you feed us lies from the table cloth.

La, la la, la la, la la, la la,

Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine.

Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine.

Blast off. It's party time,
And we don't live in a Fascist nation.
Blast off. It's party time,
And where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?

Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor? [4x]

Kneeling roses disappearing
Into Moses' dry mouth.
Breaking into Fort Knox,
Stealing our intentions.
Hangars sitting dripped in oil,
Crying, "Freedom!"

Handed to obsoletion,
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth.

La, la la, la la, la la, la la,

Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine.

Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sun

Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?

Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor? [3x]

Why do they always send the poor? [3x]
They always send the poor [2x]
 
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I'm also a little high so...yeah, if my writing doesn't make sense, I apologize haha
 
ehh, why not... though I don't know why you're being a fucking cunt to me on my own thread...

*shrugs*

I like causing trouble. Always have. In truth, I'm so glad to be writing with you again. I've always liked your writing and we did some good stories together before. You have my sincerest apologies for the fucking cuntness.

*Bows gracious, words genuine.*
 
https://youtu.be/DX2RWSzBKio?list=RDEMRoCx7NEN4B1lXoHSAiz26w

"Sugar"

The kombucha mushroom people,
Sitting around all day,
Who can believe you,
Who can believe you,
Let your mother pray, (sugar)
Well I'm not there all the time you know
Some people, some people, some people,
Call it insane, yeah they call it insane, (sugar)
I play Russian roulette everyday, a man's sport,
With a bullet called life, yeah mama called life,(sugar)
You know that every time I try to go
Where I really want to be,
It's already where I am,
Cause I'm already there.(sugar)
The kombucha mushroom people,
Sitting around all day,
Who can believe you,
Who can believe you,
Let your mother pray, (sugar)
I got a gun the other day from Sako,
It's cute, small, fits right in my pocket,
Yeah, right in my pocket, (sugar)
My girl, you know, she lashes out at me sometimes,
And I just fucking kick her, and then, baby, she's O.K.(sugar)
People are always chasing me down,
Trying to push my face to the ground,
Where all they really want to do,
Is suck out my mother fucking brains, my brains (sugar).
The kombucha mushroom people,
Sitting around all day,
Who can believe you,
Who can believe you,
Let your mother pray
I sit, in my desolate room, no lights, no music,
Just anger,
I've killed everyone,
I'm away forever, but I'm feeling better,
How do I feel,
What do I say,
Fuck you, it all goes away,
How do I feel,
What do I say,
Fuck you, it all goes away,

How do I feel,
What do I say,
In the end it all goes away,
How do I feel,
What do I say,
In the end it all goes away,
How do I feel,
What do I say,
In the end it all goes away,
How do I feel,
What do I say,
In the end it all goes away,
How do I feel,
What do I say,
In the end it all goes away,
How do I feel,
What do I say,
In the end it all goes away,
In the end it all goes away,
In the end it all goes away,
In the end it all goes away,
In the end it all goes away.
 
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