Squelch this shit motherfuckers.
Sometimes i just want to stab everyone in the head. Sometimes i don't. Oh and bye the way: Go fuck yourself. You know who you are. I think it takes a rare person to realize they are wrong, and an even rarer individual to admit it. I want to play drums in a creative manner, and program. I want to make new electronic sounds from scratch and apply to a sonic universe created all my own. instead I am in a black metal band.
Heh, an oppressed rivethead with a mouth from the twenties, and hair from the nest of death.
Tangles.
Deathlocks.
Snip. Snip.
Sterile.
Orange County fair tomorrow, will be great. Was going to stay with Ms. Haynes for a few days, but plans fell through. There will be other days though.
To anybody who still reads this that i used to know/be friends with/fake friends/acquaintances just fucking delete me already, i'm sick of reading about your interesting lives when mine is so fucking........ mine.
Plus, I feel like a creepy stalker.
Kill yourself.
Heh, an oppressed rivethead with a mouth from the twenties, and hair from the nest of death.
Tangles.
Deathlocks.
Snip. Snip.
Sterile.
Orange County fair tomorrow, will be great. Was going to stay with Ms. Haynes for a few days, but plans fell through. There will be other days though.
To anybody who still reads this that i used to know/be friends with/fake friends/acquaintances just fucking delete me already, i'm sick of reading about your interesting lives when mine is so fucking........ mine.
Plus, I feel like a creepy stalker.
Kill yourself.