The End

cast aside the sacred to admonish the profane

A good woman will pick you apart
a box full of suggestions for your possible heart
But you may be offended, and you may be afraid
but don't walk away, don't walk away

God, thy will is hard,
But you hold every card.
I will drink your cup of poison.
Nail me to your cross and break me,
Bleed me, beat me,
Kill me.
Take me, now!
Before I change my mind.

Tim Black is not a pc bitch ( Read more... )

I have been deep in thought lately. It feels good. I think I will jot some thoughts more often, like the old days. Also, I should catch my little cyber-corner of the world up a bit too ( Read more... )

In an attempt to get myself writing in this thing more often, I am currently developing a new livejournal countdown of my top 100 Offspring songs. Aside from this, I cannot sleep and so I thought I would spend some time on my computer for a change.

Eh, time's up.

Star-crossed. I like this term. Isn't it romantically tragic sounding?

So I was rereading old entries and The November 5th entry struck me as very telling.

I feel strong, unafraid, and an unbridled confidence of self.

I love Jenifer, deeply.

My thoughts are as prevalent as ever, but the words have become more and more unseen ( Read more... )