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Out of the way and tucked in a corner sits the apartment of Jim Root. Though he spends most of his life on the road or in Iowa, he returns here for rest and during down times. Its not advised that you bother him, he's not the most sociable man these days. A passing greeting is the most he likes to endure.

But if you should happen to somehow make your way inside you would find a relatively neat batchlor pad. The normal furniture in the living room, with high end electronics and a large entertainment system. A normal, if slightly alcohol heavy, kitchen. A cluttered bathroom, clothes on the floor and an almost empty tube of tooth paiste on the counter. An amazingly comfortable king sized bed, a dresser, night stand and a massive bookcase take up only a fraction of the master bedroom. The second, smaller, bedroom has been converted into a recording studio strictly for himself and the ocasional mixing of albums.

Most commonly found sleeping on the couch is a small golden puff of a dog. Axel likes to keep out of the way, knowing all to well how dangerous it is to be a small dog in a big mans life.

Wish I was too dead to cry
My self-affliction fades
Stones to throw at my creator
Masochists to which I cater

You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds

Wish I was too dead to care
If indeed I cared at all
Never had a voice to protest
So you fed me shit to digest
I wish I had a reason;
my flaws are open season
For this, I gave up trying
One good turn deserves my dying

You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds

Wish I'd died instead of lived
A zombie hides my face
Shell forgotten
with its memories
Diaries left
with cryptic entries

And you don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds

You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on…
I'll never live down my deceit

Boarding house


Subject Author Date Msgs
Home base jobsIrfan, Shah07:02:15 01/11/10 Mon1
::Life a Little::Reece06:58:10 07/31/06 Mon3
NoteJim21:21:20 06/16/06 Fri16
-Never Live Down My Deceit-Jim20:55:52 02/01/06 Wed28
NoteChaos18:19:56 03/25/06 Sat2
-Time Well Waisted-Jim11:28:17 12/30/05 Fri1


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