*pulls out laptop*
"lets see...uh..."
*computer crashes*
"...what the [bleep] [bleep] [bleep] [bleep] i'm going to [bleep].  this computer is a [bleep] [bleep] [bleep]"

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*picks up a log and tosses it into the fireplace, then brushes paws on my pant legs*
*lays down infront of the fire and goes to sleep*

*twitches ears and lets out a low growl*
"I hate <insert oldies band here>!"

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<3 Grateful Dead

*lays back down and falls back asleep, drooling*

*rolls over so the fire can warm my back*
"Pup."
*holds a paw over both eyes to shield the light*

*Searches franticly for Breaking Benjamin CD*
*And CD player*

*pulls out fancy top of the line CD player/DVD player/satellite TV*
"can't help you with the CD though"

*gets up, puts another log in the fire, being careful not to step on anyone*
*yawns* "I'm tired"
*leaves bag of cookies on table and lays down to go to sleep*
(its one of those resturant bench chair things)

"Well ....i spose i should bring some of me into this place again..." Writing got up, walked over to the stage. Behind the curtains shuffling is heard and then the curtains open with Writing  and a unknown band behind him. A beat started inside Writings head, his foot started tapping like a countdown, all of a sudden...*

*Writing yelled into the mic, kicking over the stand* "Lets go!

With blood shot eyes I watch you sleeping
The warmth I feel beside me is slowly fading
Would she hear me if I called her name?
Would she hold me if she knew my shame?

There's always something different going wrong
The path I walk is in the wrong direction
There's always someone f**king hanging on
Can anybody help me make things better?

Your tears don't fall
They crash around me
Her conscience calls the guilty to come home
Your tears don't fall
They crash around me
Her conscience calls the guilty to come home

The moments died, I hear no screaming
The visions left inside me are slowly fading
Would she hear me if I called her name?
Would she hold me if she knew my shame?

There's always something different going wrong
The path I walk is in the wrong direction
There's always someone f**king hanging on
Can anybody help me make things better?

Your tears don't fall
They crash around me
Her conscience calls the guilty to come home
Your tears don't fall

They crash around me
Her conscience calls the guilty to come home

Oh! Yeah!

This battered room I've seen before
The broken bones they heal no more, no more
With my last breath I'm choking
Will this ever end I'm hoping
My world is over one more time

Lets go

Would she hear me if i called her name?
Would she hold me, if she knew my shame?

There's always something to be going wrong
The path I walk is in the wrong direction
There's always someone f**king hanging on
Can anybody help me make things better?


Your tears don't fall
They crash around me
Her conscience calls the guilty to come home
Your tears don't fall [tears don't fall]
They crash around me
Her conscience calls the guilty to come...BACK HOME!

Your tears don't fall
They Crash around me
Her conscience calls the guilty to come HOME! "

*Writing wiped off the sweat from his brow and bowed*

*Writing jumps down from the stage, shaggy hair everywhere* "Really? Awesome! You totally rock SciFi!" *plops next to SciFi on some beanbag chairs*

"yep, I taped it"
*plays it*
"sounds pretty good for a tape eh?"
*rewinds and gets out a blank tape*

*pulls out computer and emails everyone who doesn't have a phone*
*pulls out cell phone and calls people with regular home phones only*