well its been a while, im calling this historic entry "scone"
yeah so that M S fan site link is still there. I dont give a shit. ive herd from a certain source that this site has gotten quite boring. well, i guess im the one to unboring it... no bitch , moan, grip, complain, bitch, be vague, be vague somemore, from this chap, no sir!. at this moment i am happy.(start reading as fast as you can.....NOW!) and theres NOTHING you can do about it. life is a rollercoaster and i am in FRONT OF IT. playing chicken with the most cool metal object capable of splitting me into 3-78(fuck it dont stop there, infinity)pieces is one hell of a ride. hell of a ride to hell. hell says it has no master but its master is man. and man is 5, and the devil is six , and god is 7. YES GOD! he is 7! the number 7. 5 plus 2, 59 minus 52! 666. and you can slow down now. i leave you with the thing to be left with from my 5 mins of fame in the box thats confusing you at the moment?! here:(exuse the use of poem. but if your smart than ive been doing it all the entry....)
Thought Erosion
Black and blue blending like lucky charm marshmallows and milk
Negativity doesn't ever get the best of us, always great, 100% pure...
optimism.
Now that's a concept, positive always tastes superior to gross subtraction auras
And what helps? Music? Tiny black circles with lines coming out like little hockey sticks and golfclubs.
Maybe it helps.
Maybe it scares away the sad
Thub-thumping into your pretty little ear, bashing and shattering all thoughts poor.
MY GOD!
What a cure.
But we don't want a cure, no ailment, no medicine. NO.
lets tell people.
Create gateways to subfriendly sympathies through this muse, artform, literature, whatever.
It works for me.
Now we come to this
The bad guy who does nothing but
Mock,
Crash
Bash
Trash
Clash
Slaughter
MuRDer??
TURN OFF THE LIGHT OVER MY HEAD THAT ONCE BURNED SO BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL.
Now what is it?
A dull roar...
The dying moan of a dog getting put to
Sleep.
you'll never stop me from sleeping forever
you'll never stop me from living a dream.
Thought Erosion
Black and blue blending like lucky charm marshmallows and milk
Negativity doesn't ever get the best of us, always great, 100% pure...
optimism.
Now that's a concept, positive always tastes superior to gross subtraction auras
And what helps? Music? Tiny black circles with lines coming out like little hockey sticks and golfclubs.
Maybe it helps.
Maybe it scares away the sad
Thub-thumping into your pretty little ear, bashing and shattering all thoughts poor.
MY GOD!
What a cure.
But we don't want a cure, no ailment, no medicine. NO.
lets tell people.
Create gateways to subfriendly sympathies through this muse, artform, literature, whatever.
It works for me.
Now we come to this
The bad guy who does nothing but
Mock,
Crash
Bash
Trash
Clash
Slaughter
MuRDer??
TURN OFF THE LIGHT OVER MY HEAD THAT ONCE BURNED SO BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL.
Now what is it?
A dull roar...
The dying moan of a dog getting put to
Sleep.
you'll never stop me from sleeping forever
you'll never stop me from living a dream.