SOO YOINK IS COMMING BACK TO show their faces again..can't keep these old mother fuckers away from the scene..Plus Rob and Ram once said it's a great scene with great people cause while they get older (39 years old) the girls stay the same age...and it's true. ENNUI JOLT those hair raising kids are back for one time to release some of their young ( Read more... )

It's cold out and I think it's raining but I'm too fucked up to notice, I just stole a car and drove and drove leaving it to be picked up in a parking lot..seeing my life disolve infront of me the years I've spent in a stupor of addictions and crimes swimming in me. Regretting I couldn't be there for my mom or my family still resides in me. I'm ( Read more... )

We were home when the magic broke through...skies never new enough of the waves we made. The walls weren't enough to hold us in..breaking rules and barriers of sound and lights..laughing at death when it came to catch us in the act. Fuck everything is what I thought when the dust started to settle..when I was shifting through the rubble of caved ( Read more... )

I'm tired. These days are long.

Old black and white movie playing in the back....whispering words and crying tones comming in through my headphones...memories of those times I never thought I would live through again...she's changed but I know she's still there...lurking behind her eyes..only telling me when the time is not right.. showing who she really is...letting it out just ( Read more... )

It's shocking when I see a face I miss so much. Stare for minutes then fall back and wish it all away. She knows I love her and I know she loves me...

I've been taking a look at what I've done and I'm doing and not liking what's going on. I'm changing for the better but I wish I could just have this type of baptism of sorts to cleanse me of all the mistakes I've done..all the sins I've committed. Trying to be the better man is trying to be someone who I'm not..trying never killed..realizing the ( Read more... )

You can't hear me can you? Not even a little? She doesn't like it when I talk about her, doesn't like it when I speak the truth. She lives in her own eyes, drowning from all the weight she has on her back. She smiles when the devil comes and that's about it...she loves it when the devil comes and that's about it...loves him more then me..

I think she thinks about me..well that's what I'm wishing for...after all this time..separation...distance..the thing we have are long gazes at somewhat of a distance...and I live in those moments. I live in her eyes just for those brief moments.

My eyes feel more tired then my body. I can't stop dreaming about her. I wish I had a beer or two or three in me. I need to clear my head. My mistakes are thought upon every waking moment. I think I love her. I'm fooling myself. The only person I lie to is myself. I miss her face. I miss her touch. Sleeping next to her was the greatest ( Read more... )