september 17th, 2002 / 10:01 p.m.

you march to the beat of your own drummer (or so it seems) but your rhythm is tried and predictable and you're doing nothing that hasn't already been done before. you're about as deep as the lines you write which are so, so cliche and a feigned attempt at depth.

you march to the beat of your own drummer. but you're doing it in the same way as everyone else

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