Friday, May 29, 2009

Well Well...Look What Shannt Dragged In..lol

Ok....so I go to alot of concerts...and I meet alot of interesting people...I went to see Paramore in August of 06 and had the honor to meet Shaant.....lead singer of Cute Is What We Aim For.....he's a truly awesome guy and makes me smile.We would e-mail from time to time and I never really thought much of it..He got busy and what not and I just forgot about it.Until about a month ago when his band came back and he e-mailed me...we met up once again and it was like we were old friends....Either way we bounce stuff off of each other and he sent me this.....I love it....he's slightly on the verge of hating it...the curse of "Writers Block" has ended and has gave birth to this......


By drink 3 it seems that you are a mystery

To me and everyone in between

Your legs level as your head warms up to the blurry scene

Its a wonder that your body consistently redeems 

A fiend of fiction loaded with a pack of convictions

I dig your dirty diction


Im convinced that the only reason why you procrastinate

Is to be, is to be fashionably late

Such a waste of time for such an immaculate face

Only due to a lack of a particular taste

I pace, I prance, I do what I do at any chance

I am the substance and you are the abuse

I just wish that you could choose

I refuse, I refuse, I refuse to ignore

I put you off long enough

Luckily now I see by the score that you belong to be on top...


If I swoop down and swindle your vote

Does it count just the same or does it trigger a revolt?

Rip your jeans for me, regardless of the placement of the seams

I picked the finest thread, the one thin enough to infiltrate your mind, body and bed


Oh! I'm so obnoxious 

Yeah! you wish that I would stop it

Well! If you don't like the way it tastes in your mouth

Then please, go ahead and spit it out

I dig your dirty diction


Hinder or a helper

I have yet to relay to her

That i'm only good on paper

I'd prefer that she'd defer 

I'd love to help your habit

But I doubt that I could grab it.


This is self imposed self control

So Where do I pay the toll?

I was once known as a wordsmith 

Now i can't come up with anything worth shit

Do I look like a runner up to you?

I am the champ with far too many chips

I haven't even come close to do what Im about to do.

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