http://disqus.com/by/CyCoLoNe/enMon, 13 Jul 2009 00:05:06 -0000http://www.the405club.com/post/132372125#comment-12564283<p>How will we know who won?</p>CyCoLoNeMon, 13 Jul 2009 00:05:06 -0000http://blog.disqus.net/2009/04/08/moderators-this-one-is-for-you/#comment-12314524<p>About where to find blogs? Or write my own for others to view and or discuss... Or to find topics that I can relate to... Thanks for replying so quickly.</p>CyCoLoNeWed, 08 Jul 2009 11:29:15 -0000http://blog.disqus.net/2009/04/08/moderators-this-one-is-for-you/#comment-12298820<p>I am so confused :(</p>CyCoLoNeTue, 07 Jul 2009 23:43:50 -0000http://www.the405club.com/post/132372125#comment-12290706<p>We're born to be free. I rock you. You roll me. Rockin' until I hit rock bottom. Rolling on the road of excellence and stardom. Reaching for the stars, through city lights they disappear. I hold my hands up to the sky, hoping I will get out of here.</p><p>Rock and roll was my only best friend. I threw a rock and it rolled over my head. The sound of a drum began in the honor of anger, ending with the strings of my guitar with love and danger.</p><p>"Money, it's a crime", Pinkfloyd reminds me of days before birth, years with no age. I know the hard times aren't just a stage, apart of life, living in rage.- against the machine. Rock can be fun. Rock can be mean.</p><p>Keyboard sessions delay recessions of lake calm waves, slowly taking away, all we thought that could have been saved.</p><p>Hitting the bass is like the sound of death in a guitar. We are now hell bound. Dropping the bass, and in a race. Where is the money? I can't even find the honey. Can't have my honey, with no money.</p><p>Riding through the streets in drums of traffic. I'll get out of this with tele rockin' statics. You'll come back to me in a pianic bass with the life of my guitar I will create a new stage.</p><p>A stage that is made with no money. Only a stage made with rage from my honey.</p>CyCoLoNeTue, 07 Jul 2009 20:05:25 -0000