Would we really want Adam on here?? I mean there have been pretty graphic things written about his brother...It might disturb him greatly if he were to ever read them.
~Emily
[glow=#6400ff]"Are you going to the grave with unlived lives in your veins?[/glow]
[glow=#0000ff] "I hope that when the world comes to an end, I can breathe a sigh of relief, because there will be so much to look forward to." [/glow]
It's not like we talk about how we all want to rape Raine in the ass or something, we just speak about how we want variety in the music. Oh well.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
Actually, it's not THAT far fetched. I post at the Creed Pit, and we actually do have Mark Tremonti's brother and his girlfriend posting and chatting regularly there. It's pretty cool. And they're not an official site...so ya never know.
she told me she was hanging out at his house & raine was there all drunk.
apparently he looks just like a younger version of raine... or so ive heard.
you have to, you just have to trust me
whoever i was then i can't ever be again
the faith you've found i've never felt
the terror held in wedding bells
the comfort in "there's no one else"
the truth be told, i'm never going to know
Dude, I'ma change my name to "Michael Jackson" and watch you all chatter about whether the king of pop is REALLY an olp fan. And then I'ma laugh at all you fuckas!
Seriously, folks, if Adam Maida wanted to post here, do you think he'd use his real name so that everyone could bug him? Come on now.
my name is ken. im close personel frends with raine. he wrote 5ive songs about me. are u sad, made of stele and all for you are thee of them. raines favorit songs on gravity r made of stele and all for you becuse there for me.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.