tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96020962011-04-21T13:30:16.527-07:00Last Call, Kill Ithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16414068863375285497noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9602096.post-1106679366787133152005-01-25T10:55:00.000-08:002005-01-25T10:56:06.786-08:00My futures coming faster than a train <br />And we are forced to sit still on the tracks <br />And everything we ever learned, in vein. <br />Cause soon its is but merely useless facts <br />The world will change your life immensely now <br />There’s never any way you can return <br />You go to sleep as someone, crazy how <br />You wake up someone new when sleep adjourns. <br />Don’t waste the time you’ll ne’er possess again <br />There’s nothing worse than lives full of regret. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9602096-110667936678713315?l=comavictim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Last Call, Kill Ithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16414068863375285497noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9602096.post-1106018288113355742005-01-17T19:09:00.000-08:002005-01-17T19:18:08.113-08:00conclusion: <br /> <br />we started by using the flame test. we soaked a wood stick in the unknown and burned it. not flame really made itself present. we then did a solubility test, but the unknown reacted with nothing. we did a cation and antion test, but the results didn't help us at all. finally, in a last ditch effort, we desided to create a procedure of our own. we used a lot of the chemicals from previous labs and decided to test them with the unknown. we then waited until there were reactions. after several atempts we finally got the unknown to react with silver nitrate. we then tested the silver nitrate and found out that it reacted the exact same with KCl as it did with the unknown. we had finally found the unknown to be KCl. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9602096-110601828811335574?l=comavictim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Last Call, Kill Ithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16414068863375285497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9602096.post-1104128377639354802004-12-26T22:18:00.000-08:002004-12-26T22:19:37.640-08:00new record from mary's to my house: 31 minutes <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9602096-110412837763935480?l=comavictim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Last Call, Kill Ithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16414068863375285497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9602096.post-1102996093600415032004-12-13T19:40:00.000-08:002004-12-13T19:50:28.490-08:00Just look at the stars <br />They are so beautiful <br />They tell stories from 1,000 years ago <br />And still appear so bright to us when they burn out <br /> <br />Look at the stars <br />oh how they mock us <br />Always shining brighter <br />Always soaring higher <br />I am nothing to them <br /> <br />Look at the stars <br />How they guide you <br />Light up the world around you <br />and give you warmth <br />They are everything to me <br /> <br />Look at the stars <br />they don't look back <br />They don't know we are here <br />but we wouldnt be without them <br /> <br />Look at the stars <br />Thier shapes are enigmas <br />They imortalize heros <br />or just anyone at all <br /> <br />Look at us. <br />We are nothing <br />We are captive to earth <br />and forever i'll sit and watch <br />As every Star Falls... <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9602096-110299609360041503?l=comavictim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Last Call, Kill Ithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16414068863375285497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9602096.post-1102995568731295862004-12-13T19:39:00.000-08:002004-12-13T19:39:28.730-08:00I had everything I wanted and left it for what we call pride <br />The others mean nothing to me <br />I had you, and I gave you away <br />For nothing at all <br />Like a cheap auction <br />I can’t buy you back <br />And I had so much more to bid <br />How stupid greed makes you <br />How stupid pride makes you <br />How stupid fighting makes you <br />We were perfect <br />You are perfect <br />Come back <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9602096-110299556873129586?l=comavictim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Last Call, Kill Ithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16414068863375285497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9602096.post-1102994912490786222004-12-13T19:27:00.000-08:002004-12-13T19:28:32.490-08:00If I could take your picture hang it up in a museum <br />Mona Lisa would look down in shame <br />Marlin Monroe has nothing on you <br />And Morrissey couldn’t own up to your song <br /> <br />We could drive for hours <br />Silent Skies above us <br />I’ll tell you you’re beautiful <br />And the clouds would speak up <br /> <br />If I could speak just one last time <br />I’d tell you that ‘I love you’ <br />And nothing else would matter <br />I love you <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9602096-110299491249078622?l=comavictim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Last Call, Kill Ithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16414068863375285497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9602096.post-1102993813572139232004-12-13T19:08:00.000-08:002004-12-13T19:10:43.900-08:00You mean Nothing to me <br />You mean Nothing to anyone <br />You mean nothing to me <br />You mean nothing to anyone <br /> <br />Desolate, Starving Skies <br />They are above so high <br />Come down, Kiss me <br />And I Feeling nothing <br /> <br />You mean, everything to me <br />You mean everything to everyone <br />You mean everything to me <br />You mean everything to no one <br /> <br />Nothing has changed but everything is different. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9602096-110299381357213923?l=comavictim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Last Call, Kill Ithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16414068863375285497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9602096.post-1102993541074831202004-12-13T19:02:00.000-08:002004-12-13T19:05:41.073-08:00After a day like this I begin to envy inmates on death row <br />They know exactly when their watch stops ticking <br />Their food is made, their days are planned <br />Until the chair says they’re ripe for the picking <br /> <br />It must be nice to be a coma victim <br />Your whole life becomes a dream <br />Even though everyone else won’t see it. <br />It’s more real than it seems <br />You wouldn’t have to feel anything again <br />Besides morphine induced senses <br />You could be the hero in your own story <br />You’re free to imagine, no longer fenced in <br />Like the real world. <br /> <br />Its days like these I become green with envy <br />After staring at the TV <br />Watching the local weather reporters <br />Base their lives on lies. <br /> <br />Its days like these im so damn jealous <br />Of homeless people on the street <br />That can get so excited <br />Over 25 cents. <br /> <br />Its days like these I wish I was a bus boy <br />At least get paid to clean up others mess <br />I wish so bad I could leave this town <br />And never come back <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9602096-110299354107483120?l=comavictim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Last Call, Kill Ithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16414068863375285497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9602096.post-1102993233807594372004-12-13T19:00:00.000-08:002004-12-13T19:00:33.806-08:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' 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