dragons chasing burgois shadows of pointless miscommunication
my eternal lamentation continues. for the past month my dad kept me away from my precious livejournal because he suspected that i lit the kitchen on fire. he so misunderstands me. i tried to kill myself by putting my head in the oven, but then it got really hot so i went outside to smoke and forgot about the oven and then i went to hot topic and then tullys (OMG STARBUCKS IS SO COMFORMIST AND CORPERATE TULLYS IS ALL THAT IS ORIGIONAL) and when i came back there were firetrucks and my dad was yelling and i bet my brother actually did it. he is the hellspawn. but so am i. i am ghozer's keymaster. eternal damnation for all otehrs who try to pass. but my brother is rival demonspawn. he is like the demonspawn that sold out to corperate america and turned to heaven. that klepto. hes just like the offspring. they used to be so cool. at least i still have linkin park. i luv artistic expression so much. sometimes just thinking about linkin park lightens the burden of my eternal quest of horrwor but then i think about offspring and i want to smoke two packs of cloves. or unfiltered ciggarettes. thery so artictically expressive. my firey return to death will serve as a demonic beacon for the minions of the underworld.