The moon peers down on a diseased world. There is no cure for the disease. An entire race vaults mindlessly into distruction. Death no longer tearifys man. The smell of blood is as common as the smell of white plumbs. So he creates slavery and savagery which surpass the horrors of dieing. This can only be fought with more boolshed...and the cycle never ends. A weapon even when used under the context of peace is wrong. A weapon is a tool of distruction not salvation.

Think your cool?

Pretty happy with where you are with your life? Do the contents of your wallet define you? Are you as cool as those dancers on tv because you have the same outfit? If so keep it up, it seems everything is going great for you


I have insomnia

When you have insomnia nothing is real and everything is far away. I live in a dream world of surreal events. Often times i forget what im doing or who ive meet. Insomnia is a drug that you cant choose to take, it takes you You are NOT like me and i am NOT like you
I am NOT a follower. I am NOT a slave to the confines that you choose to live in. I AM my own person, follow my own drive and insperations. I dont belive in your everyday lies that you all have grown so accustumed to saying so easily that you dont even think twice about it. I dont belive in excuses or reasons why you cant do somthing. There is always a way if you have the heart, will and drive to push yourslef. My words are my own and are my bond