The harvest moon hung low fishing the cityscape's jagged teeth for streetlights and souls committing themselves to its orange gaze. And though Heaven lays upon our heads, Hell holds my feet up.

May the dark lord shine his black light upon all the children of infinite despair on this the day of the beast. Hail satan...

...and Don Knotts. He's cool too.

i hope to any force that would hear me that your song never ends...

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I finally finished 'Tropic of Capricorn'!
Take THAT Henry Miller and your tedious rants!

Now the question is...which of my many aquired books should I read next?

Don Quixote by Cervantes
Survivor by Palahniuk
Imperial Ambitions by Chomsky
Condensed Chaos by Hine
The Sickness unto Death by Kierkegaard
The Plague by Camus
A Happy Death by Camus
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I got a 'D' in my math class and therefore am unable to graduate...

FUCK...

My head is full of cymbals crashing.
My heart is full of strings.
My eyes are full of bright lights flashing
and the rest of me just sings.

...and then there are moments when your heart unfolds like a song. Like the story of my life.
In the backbeat we found true intention ascension and the burst and bloom of a genesis; the lemon yellow sparks pounding a black sky in a flash brighter than any star your God could muster.
The breaking light saw separation fit to unravel
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