(no subject)
so is this what you want? this is who you really are? these episodes of lies spewing forth like vomit are all too becoming. the sound of glory, choirs of angels or plauges of insects? a rebirth of the truth born from a sleeping state of subconscience deception of reality. your life is a waking dream, no different then the fleeting thoughts of a self proclaimed mad man. i will burn this city with you locked in every door, behind every window, drowning in every bath tub. dont think I'll miss you, you give us too much credit. i would eat this tragedy for a midnight snack and vomit it in the morning hardly thinking twice of it.