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 | virus | , I thought when I realized that I could no longer hide who I really am. Will they accept me? Will they laugh at me? Who is they, anyway? Why can't I be they? Or is it a state of being, a state of mind? What do they have that I don't? Now that they know who I am, I feel ridiculously naked. | 000327 | 
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 | el fagtastico | lori meyers used to live upstairs our parents had been friends for years
 almost every afternoon we'd play forbidden games
 at nine years old there's no such thing as shame
 
 it wasn't recognition of her face, what brought me back was a familiar mark
 as it flashed across the screen
 i bought some magazines
 some video taped scenes
 incriminating acts
 i felt that i could save her
 
 --NOFX
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 | startfires | where's the problem? | 010525 | 
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 | shadowfalls | exposé of the discreditable
 negatives
 cut and pasted
 on walls scarred
 by life
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 | Fido | Run in frigid bliss O nightly streaker!
 Spare not the oldfolk,
 Or the neighbor's pooch.
 You are the keeper of crazy,
 The guardian of lunacy,
 The sultan of swaggery,
 My one and only sanity.
 Every night as you run by,
 Moonlit cheeks a-bouncing,
 I feel that life is wine,
 And you are only drinking.
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 | DevilsLyric | The worst feeling ever created by man. 
 We all have something to hide.
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 | phil | from the mirage of images left behind in the ocean of light and lost on fingers
 giving last in the twighlight
 final visions of better tommorrows
 lining the streets
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 |  | what's it to you? who
go
 | blather from
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