I am two faced,
One of your many.
I choose your path,
On which I lead destruction, salvation.
I am the cadence
In your heart.
Watch me skip,
Stop,
And start once more.
I make you bleed,
And heal your wounds.
I am your incandescent hope,
But, soon, only a faltering light.
I am what you depend on,
And what will fail you.
Watch me skip,
And stop.

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Dear (journal, for once,)

Wow, I'm hating work more and more.  I'm sick of all the hicks that come in, bu then again, I do live in Maine, so....
    Meh.  Hicks.  I feel unatural "angry ( Read more... )

Dear (mojo),                                                                 (B.B. King reference;  Don't get it, then don't ask.)

Well, I think I'm gonna write a blues song, right ( Read more... )

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I wish I never sent my picture. I'm anything, but easy on the eyes.

*Wants to be intrested in something.*

*Looks around.*

*Fails.*
What does Evan do for fun, again?

HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY~!

Dear (whoever may read this article of my feelings and thoughts),

I cannot sleep, because I wish to talk to my love ( Read more... )

I want to kill some people. They need to stop fucking with certain people.

I JUST HAD A BAND PRACTICE WITHOUT MY BASSIST, SO WE COULDN'T BREAK UP THE BAND AND MY AMP BROKE~! MY AMP IS BROKEN! THE POWER WON'T WORK ON IT! GOD DAMNIT! BLARGH! AND MY MOTHER KEEPS BOTHERING ME ABOUT A BOOK I DON'T OWN! I"M GOING TO BRAKE SOMETHING! MY ACOUSTIC IS BEING STUPID, TOO!

*Needs to breathe or something.*

Please, come home,