blackclovesmoker: i cant wait to go back to school ive made so many old friends official enemies over the internet
woodstock8705: that's why the internet sucks
blackclovesmoker: no that is why it is awesome b/c it allows me to take time to figure what i really hate about people and then allows me to send it out to the general public

she was right i went hell, i realised it tonight. that hell was contained within these very walls. she is my satan. telling me lies that she believes with all her heart. im hiding in a whole. this is my salvation, but she will find me and what will become of me then, when the beast finds me?

(this is a post made by jason scott on myspase, and a few comments left mostly by me, well i hope you enjoy. i did ( Read more... )

hey i want to start my first band up again as a sort of side project to my current band. im only doing this b/c i feel like im going to have tons of extra time on my hand. Springgrove is the name of the band im looking for people that like new afi and new damned and older nine inch nails (other influences: son of sam, tomahawk, the doors), its kind ( Read more... )

i wont leave with out telling you how the story ends, in the battle of parker verses parker, parker wins and parker looses. there is no happy ending and there is no great tragedy ( Read more... )

i think im done with this whole livejournal thing, its like ive been talking to myself for a mounth now, so i would like to thank everyone that freinded me. but ive found my home on myspace, so if you have a myspace let me know, yep... i think im done.

a prayer

so this is the time when i bitch about my life to everyone, and then everyone skips over my post b/c no one cares. well sorry to disapoint you.

the way to came long before the reason why to.

blind folded and wander till i hit the wall, this is no companion but a mirror. this gentle lantern. blow it out; come to me. feel for the wall, or is it the floor, or is it the ceiling. this box we call home and by we i mean me. no one can find me if they cant tell the top from the bottom. rely on sound and my relentless singing. an empty bottle ( Read more... )