Suining (simplified Chinese: 遂宁; traditional Chinese: 遂寧; Sichuanese Pinyin: Xu4nin2; Sichuanese pronunciation: [ɕy˨˦nin˨˩]; pinyin: Sùiníng; Wade–Giles: Sui-ning) is a prefecture-level city of eastern Sichuan province in Southwest China. Suining had 3,477,013 residents in 2000.
Most of the area is overwhelmingly rural in character. In several counties there are petroleum, gas and salt resources.
Suining is located in the centre of the Sichuan Basin and on the central reaches of the Fu River, bordering Chongqing, Guang'an and Nanchong to the east, Neijiang and Ziyang to the south, the provincial capital of Chengdu to the west, and Deyang and Mianyang to the north. Its prefectural, or administrative, area ranges in latitude from 30° 10' 50" to 31° 10' 50" N, or 108.9 kilometres (67.7 mi) and in longitude from 105° 03' 26" to 106° 59' 49" E, or 90.3 kilometres (56.1 mi). While much of the prefecture is mountainous, the urban area itself, which occupies 40 square kilometres (15 sq mi), is located on flat land.
Full speed to a future of self-medication and poor
understand of everything you wasted four years in
learning (the future the future, the airs fucking
burning). And sleep, I can't sleep. I did some funny
things with my best friend Patrick. This is a song that
will most likely bore you. This is a song that will most
likely put you to sleep. Oh my. My god. Why do I wake up
late just to stay up late and feel lousy? If that's the
thing, if that's everything, why can't I stop? Another
empty hearted notion gone to shit, but it belongs in
I've been wasting this fucking year on the idea of
getting up and moving on, but I wait around, just
emptying bottles in the basement of the slovak center on
my side of town.
it's a major fucking bummer.
Because I feel nothing like my father. He's been sleeping
underground. Don't wait around. There's nothing there at
all. There's nothing but the end. You're not awake (Tell
me, tell me the things that I'll never have). So I'll
just stay home (I'm talking to you). You're not awake
(Tell me, tell me the things that I'll never have).
So when did cigarettes start cluttering your hands? I
ponder this some nights alone when I undress. And what do
you do with those boys I see you with, or better yet,
what would I do if you came back? I'd say no, or I hope I
could, but I still want you. And what do you think I
would do after you left? Would I stay sober? I think it'd
Hey. I'm dazed on your front lawn tonight. I'll drive
home screaming At the Drive-In. I've been driving this
thing for too long, and on and on and the point is etc. I
will explode if I don't. Believe me, that I know. I will
explode if I don't kiss you now. I've been living like a
I saw you standing there and well I, well I, I can't be
trusted. I'm lost without a reason. But I think I could
love you if only you would stop staring at me when the
sentences I make don't turn out right. I cannot handle
it. No. Don't take it as an insult, I only wish you were
staring at me when I roll over because I can't sleep at
night, or I'm smiling because there's snow falling
outside, or when the breaks lock and we're clearly gone
die. I'm gonna grab your arm and scream, "I love you!" I