Without warmth, there wouldn't be light.

What does this mean for me?

I am feeling incredibly great, concerning my musical endeavors. Sure, things never work out quite right with this sort of thing, but there is promise. I am in very high spirits lately, and this gives me a drive to create ( Read more... )

You had promised me, you had promised yourself, and now you're a fool.

All the things on my mind bug the piss out of me, but this Malta Goya is so sweet.

I know of its disease, but this viable injustice rouses me to recompense.
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Fuck this martyrdom; I repose.

Fist through the wall, with power.

Fear the paranormal, and you'll miss it.

Fist through the wall, with power.

I am now very comfortable. My cough has seemed to diminish. Possibly that's because I've been steadily drinking water. I shall continue that practice until I decide to turn into bed ( Read more... )

This will not be a thoughtful entry. I have no thoughts. If that were true, though, it wouldn't fit in this journal, would it? *points ( Read more... )

I'm so hot, it hurts....

I wish you all the best, even if you don't feel the same. ^.^

The seething is through.

Personal note:
It is time for the fifths' entrance in order to extend the poles.
No Procrastination.

And, yes, Bill, Porcupine Tree. Progressive fits well with progressivism.