I got my first tattoo today! It rules. That's about it.

As bad and extreme as a I portray things, they are not...


blindspot- by:brandtson
its hard to see the sun sometimes through these eyes
its hard to see the truth sometimes looking through these eyes
but yet i try
windowsill world of mine
maybe sometime ill get up and go outside
leap of faith i could close my eyes and jump
the hope of someday is safer and it doesn't hurt as much
i stand at the edge of the world and i cry
the rain beating down on my face as i try to swallow my fear of failing again
and wait for the clouds to break for the sun
do you remember the time when you said you could see the worry in my eyes
you don't know how hard ive tried to let it go
let it go
let it all subside
things seem so different when i look into your eyes
it all seems so simple when i look in from the outside
everything seems fine
you know me better than i know myself
and i trust you more than i trust anyone else
but promises broken are promises made
and at least from what ive seen it all fades away

When things break my structure of reality, and disturb my entire existence, it is the worst thing I can imagine. It destroys who I am, and all I have worked for. It obliterates the world in which I live, in which I am. It breaks me...

I am broken.

Everything falls apart. Hopefully something will come back together.
Life gets destrtoyed. And it remians.
Die and rot in the dirt.
Fade away forever.

This Is Us-

with that darkness and desolation
and the endless depression
but I am helpless
and I am helpless
try to beat it
and live through space's loneliness
I am helpless
help me try to beat it

with that darkness and desolation
and the endless depression
but you are not helpless
and you are not helpless
try to beat it
and live through space's loneliness
you are not helpless
I'll help you to try to beat it

I always get everything that I deserve
And my actions
Come backaround at me
Wiht full force
And everything that I deserve

Somehow I end up basing my actions on some unprecedented idea several days before they are to take action. Maybe this helps explain my confusion.

(So Un)Necessary- by: the damned

Dark
Flow
Then the light
River
Toxin
Glass
Pull
Succumb
Live

I Never Write Back....- by: the damned

But my niavety and my ignorance, seperate me from the rest
And my idiocy and my inability,. keep me from reaching the best
In the middle I get lost
I drown out the noise
And think of things i miss from the past
People i wish were by my side
People I wish i was holding near
And they drew nearer
I don't think they hear me
I don't believe they know my heart
And its incompatability to be
And even worse
It's downfall
Unable to express my feelings

Every chance i get i blow to hell.....................

Tonight, tonight there was 16 mopeds at Moped Monday. It was so fun. Simply radical.

I've now been awake for 26 hours... and I'm going to sleep now. Maybe...

I haven't slept all night. I was up talking with a friends. I've never felt more alive. I don't need sleep. I don't need food. These things sutstain life, yes, but are not necessary to fuel the soul. I am so alive, but yet, in awhile I will be the walking dead... it's 7:55 am, i've been up since noon saturday.

I am a fucking machine... my purpose, I don't know, but I continue on....