well now im in louisiana but im going home pretty soon and im doing really well for myself learning alot about everything can say i really enjoyed my time here and given the oppurtunity will come back i stopped doing alot of stupid shit and am just enjoying my life and currently watching justice league cuz im a grown ass kid
I sink into these holes, so deep that the sunlight cannot reach me with its warm hands. I want to sleep until my body gives out, isolate myself from the human race, give up my last bits of air. my body longs to curl up into a ball like I did as a child, but the walls of this abysmal prison laugh at my attempts, for they surround me much too closely to allow my limbs to move. my body no longer asks for nutrients, but rather states its desire for any kind of numbing release. and being that there is nothing down here with me and my overhang of not-nearly-dead but not-quite-alive, I have no other option but to patiently wait for the farthest corners of my body to just stop. stop breathing, stop beating, stop begging. just stop being. when it seems as though I am right there on the precipice of meeting this old friend, I senselessly float right up out of that hell, and up into the clouds. I am so high up here, it is a surprise that the atmosphere allows me such large, gasping breaths. I get so happy, manic, in this waterless sea of baby clue speckled fluffy white, that it is as if I was someone completely different. I can no longer control myself, don’t want to control myself, and the whole of me aches for such dangerous things, waiting to be reassured that I am still in fact alive. my blood pulses frantically, my heart beating enough to last a thousand lifetimes. but still, I do not like this place, either. I know I am not welcome to stay. It is devastating, because falling hurts substantially more than flying, and I am always forced back down from this cloudy unpredictability, left to huddle in paralyzing silence waiting for death, and forgetting the view of the sea in the sky, freckled with fluffy white.
In September of 2014, when Speed Week comes around at the Bonneville Salt Flats, I intend to join the 130mph club, on my XS400L Maxim. A year gives me time to build the bike up with the requisite modifications, acquire leathers, and a proper helmet. I shall seek out sponsors, if possible.
Going back down to them Tennessee hills this summer for Muddy Roots Music Festival 2013. This'll be my second year, and my buddy Dan's first year. The plan is for me to hop a Greyhound down to Louisville, and we're gonna take Dan's truck down to Cookeville. Gonna be lots of PBR to drink, and good music. Black Flag are headlining the Festival this year, which should make things interesting as lots of are punk rockers who crossed over to outlaw country and roots, from the punk world.
Patiently countin' down them days until the last weekend of August when I load up my ALICE pack, and my tent and step onto that bus.
Mood: Trying to be patient Music: I Kept Her Heart-The Pine Box Boys
If i were to disappear you probabaly wouldnt notice.standing around silent as calm as a lotus.I dont feel a need for joy the world to me is a broken toy.I dont feel well this life is hell and skeletons dance and ring thier bells..What sound is this in this world of shit scatter like brain matter from a shotgun blast and ask did i matter just once in the past.strap me to the chair its unfair i feel out of breath so i curse all who were breathing to eternal death.buried in the earth on the sixth day i rise embalming fluid in my veins and blood in my eyes.Im alone so i live like fuck the world and now my mission is to take every oysters pearl.I cant stand it this sorrow is driving me insane .Well take my feelings,take my heart my brain.If you dont care then go drown in the rain ,feel my torture feel my pain..Your mother talks shit she can die in a ditch ..Im hated for what for having a wish..I can hate to i do it so well..burn and die and choke on the smell..My rage is building as strong as a wave to my will and my pain your all my death slaves.Ill bring nightmares and vengeance against my enemies .I suppose your perfect princess with your stuck up family and royal head dress well guess what im a pauper but im also an author a dissertation of pains what i offer..Emotions are strained due to cracks in my brain..You called me a dumbass well you can go drink gas ..Atleast im real with my shit not bullshit and ass.I want to leave ill make them, beleive i deserve respect so give it to me..Ill gladly say ill make my foes pay the sky will rain blood on this day..Ill soon be gone no words no songs the rapture is coming all hail Apollyon..My god who sits high to him do not lie.Jump from the top of this building and fly..Alone in this world so i hate everyone ..Cant wait for the day that i own a handgun..You all sit around and laugh at me so i hope that you all laugh when i go..Be consumned by hatred i see nothings held sacred im tired of being alone in the matrix.When i disappear youll find me no where but before i leave .Ill cut down that fucc tree..All i have are these poems forever alone.i dont need any friends to call my own ill make friends with the demons.They understand me best .they know what its like to breath with no air in your chest..I hate this world i hope we all die i hope we all bleed i hope they all cry i say they not I because i have cried i want them to die i wish i could die..............Its funny i practice necromancy but for some reason i cant kill myself its not that im afraid and truth be told i have no reason to be here..i dont know why i cant do it ..sometimes i debate paying someone to just shot me and get it over with ..where i live theyll do it real cheap.
Welcome to the row ..Heres an evil show..ill shed the blood of fools and limbs will fall like snow..I hate with a passion my agression releives my tension..Ill hang you from your neck and help you review suspenion. Swinging on a rope your flesh burns and smokes.If life is just a joke then my laughter is a ghost..you hear it near you hear it far..it can be heard from where u are.If you hate me fine I hate you too but know I know what to do..Ill send nightmares straight for you..The demons that will torment you come from me and from hell too.Im a necromancer i am proud ill kill them all with posionous clouds,ill bring them to thier cruel ruin and they will weep for misconstueing my intentions and inventions.This is not my dimension..I hate these liars under false pretension.Your cold inside so allow me to ride the horse of death theres no where to hide..You dont want to be with me..And i dont want you to breath...Your breath taints the air in a world that isnt fair..
the scene in the room was that of a tragic horror movie. the silence was overwhelming, the atmosphere stained with pain and sadness. there was a weight in the air enough to collapse my lungs. no words could escape it's grasp. I could see no sign of life in the darkness, no body looming in view to be found. the events that had transpired to create such a scene are beyond me, and even the darkest corners of my heart weren't yearning for an answer. my mind struggled for an explanation as to why it had been me who stumbled upon this mess, why it would have to be me who carried these burning images around until my death. I would also now be forced to listen to the appalling questions of bystanders and curious, bored people. the smell of rusted metal coated my nose in layers so thick I was convinced it would take years to fully rid myself of them.
My name is Staton Cree, and I died three years before, I shot a man to steal his drink, at least that's what they hung me for. Now I'm cursed to walk the earth, and challenge every night, a man to match me drink for drink, or by the bullet die
Mood: Drunk Music: Drink With The Living Dead-Ghoultown