awesome...it's almost my b-day so i'm gonna get a new electric guitar it's gonna be awesome... i just started learning how to play the drums =]
oh and i just noticed u had DOPE in u'r music playlist and just wanted to say it's awesome that some also hears em' not alot of ppl do u know what's up haha
hey man. i'm doin as good as a person can who just spent 45 mins tryin to get in my photobucket account.did i get in ? HELL NO!lol that would be cool & god dont want "cool" (wut a dick)
Have you ever walked by a derelict sleeping in a doorway???....I have often wondered what path led them to be in that doorway...how madness could so destroy them.......Here is one man's explanation!
I hope you enjoy
The Beguiled
She asked a question of me, it reverberates in my head---she asked me if I’m happy, if I’d be happier when I’m dead. I find myself now thinking, of the choices I have made---pretty sure my soul is damned, surely that is better left unsaid.
Dark thoughts spawn uneasiness, birthplace of my dread---perhaps I should consider, what occurs when we are dead. If only death would bring surcease, deliver me from pain---no longer seeking evil pleasures, bring me innocence once again. Such thoughts as these accompany me, tonight's journey has no ending---no solace for my tortured soul, I am trapped within this foul intending. Knowledge gained so long ago, demands that I fulfill---fell obligations to this power, seeking someone's dreams to kill.
Majik surging deep inside me, causing my obscene erection---desperate to complete my task, no time now for such introspection. Sounds of gnashing teeth assail me, at my entry to the shrine---acolytes of Satan's promise, on the floor their limbs entwined. And there upon the ornate altar, writhing to the ancient chanting---nameless woman gestures to me, unsurprised I find I'm panting. Which daemon is it now constrained, within my human form---who takes this willing offering, that the world can be transformed?
How many times, how many places---how many women beckoning---I can’t remember all their faces. This daemon that’s inside of me, fulfills his ritual mating---which writhing member’s dream’s fulfilled, which lusts were consummated? I think I have an answer now, to my daughter’s question---an answer now so long forgotten, a matter tied to indiscretion. Some of our youthful choices, often glibly made in haste---can grow to such proportions; they can lay our lives to waste.
I implore you gentle listener, please take these words to heart... Power gained from others' suffering, has no wisdom to impart!
Hey man. Same old same old here, cept we got more rain coming. It flooded really bad here about a week and a half ago, the last thing we need is anymore rain, and we have 3 days of it coming. Well, good thing i got that '79 Buick, it'll double as a boat,lol.
