The Dark Tower is changing my life. Not just influencing me in ways, but actually making much of the borders of reality melt in a way that I never thought physically possible, even if on the strongest psychodelic drug. Crazy, and I say thankya ( Read more... )

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Winds bend in torment, nigh branches of fate
Take root into barren, sullen grounds.
Groaning squalls cannot but stir the dust out
From under the boughs of the iron trunk.
And after, dirt settled, the fight over,
Faint screams of a vain gust can yet be heard.
Fading echoes etched upon the parched earth.
Alongside the countless others before.

Playing in the waste, come crashing through the Soldiers,
Raging iridescent in time to the march of metronomes.
Fevered men with swollen backs and hands, numbly seeking
To be among the last that leave this hellstricken plain.
Ambling over cobble and ruin, stumblings of their own accord,
Their beacon marks the way to a flash, a bang, and a fall.

"Dyin' ain't much of a livin', boy."
-Clint Eastwood in The Outlaw Josey Wales.

I am going to make a grunge band with my friend Tyler, and I am very excited about doing so. It will be way easier- and more natural- for me to be in this band than the one I am supposed to be in with Justin and Nick. It's much more my style ( Read more... )

You were there, at my execution. Long since awaiting emotion ( Read more... )