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Brad Peele, wherever you are, happy birthday. -
riddle every inch of my body with bullets
While I am riding the tail end of this wave I will let the beating of my heart beat for you to view. I am on the verge of utter frenzy. I am helpless and unstoppable. This was not supposed to happen but I am glad that it did. The last thing I ever want in this world is to be satiated, complacent, or at rest. LIFE is SUPPOSED to KILL YOU. We are not ( Read more... ) -
Talk to me devil, again
I have written more music in the past week than I have all year combined. My proliferation is seemingly boundless. Tumultuous times. I can't wait to see where this all leads me. -
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Yesterday started out strong as stone. I made friends with a dope fiend musician, we smoked together on a pier (I passed on the crack rock). The synchronicity reached unparallelled new heights. Theres really no use in denying or avoiding it at this point. I am inexplicably led. But the path is one with heart. Explored by starlight with mitchel ( Read more... ) -
Reinstallation of terror
99 weeks without LJ. Can't say I missed it. But my heart is spilling out of my damaged chest and I think I can pour a little of the overflow into some text.
Serenity is dead
Faith is dead
All human beings are dead
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I just got back from my first class at Ground Control. When I left, Call of Ktulu started playing on the radio, and tears welled up in my eyes. I feel like I have finally taken my first step into professional fighting, and I am overjoyed. This is truly my calling. -
I hate the gay bus.
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I enjoy this weather. Time to breakout the blazer.
Tue 4 the ottobar
baltimore , MD
khanate
earthride
I'm bored. I want to hang out in baltimore. No str8wads allowed. -
Is that a suicide note in your hands or are you just happy to see me
Looks like I might have the house to myself again. And with the temple of gloom shaping up, this place might be livable someday. Listening to Morbid Angel really takes me back to the earliest heraldings of my glory.