i am satan incarnate, as are the words of my grandmother.
my suppossedly peaceful trip to austin ended in the horror of my family. i am the outcast. greg called while i was there. bad move... he has decided to become a fugitive rather than go back to jail. as if life wasnt bad enough already, my grandmother decided to disipline me with a bat for accepting the call. i refuse to let anyone fuck with me so boldy so yes, i threw her against a wall that happened to have nails sticking out of it... this gave her a nasty gash on the back of her head.
i then was told by the almighty catholic(my grandmother) that i must repent for all the horrible things I have done in my life time or else lose my soul. she then proceeded to pray vigorisouly on her rosary. i became sick and blamed it on her righteousness. fuck the 'saints'. maybe i am blasphemy as she has told me many times since i was a child, or maybe i just turned out to be what she wanted me to be...
right now, i couldnt care less. no more tears to cry, just blind hatred for those who take their chance to judge me.
if i am so "evil" how could i possibly create something so beautiful.