Haze-y-boi grinning down the barrel of the static gun. Black and white pixels assault the sense. Tastes like cold chalk on a warm summer day. Synthesized from nomenclature and modern day sematics. The building has a very frail foundation. Always crumbling from the bottom we build it higher and higher. Just me and the Haze-y-boi angel. It has ( Read more... )

Okay. I finally got a journal after getting told I should get one for about 3 years...Well maybe 2 and half, but whatever. I want to see this shit in action, and cause I really have nothing better to do right now than type my thoughts out to share with the world. Don't expect anything, cause the world is full of surprises. I'm gonna see how ( Read more... )