Saturday, February 15, 2003
Friday, February 14, 2003
The Unconquered Wolf- by: the damned
Writhe from the middle
Devour the insides
Destroy everything
Corrupt your mind
I reach into my black heart
And what do I find?
A terrible misfortune
That I am part of mankind
Burning the fields
Shooting at the crows
My back turned
From the wolves crouching low
The unconquered wolf!
His teeth gnarl as he growls
Summoned straight from hell
To kill me and devour my soul
Upon my corpse he stands proud
Bearing the sword of justice in his jaw
Severing the collar of slavery about his neck
Crushing the crown of monarchy with his paw
I writhe from the middle
My insides devoured
I am destroyed
I am of free mind
The wolf peers into my black heart
And what does he find?
The evil he tasted
Was of his same kind
Writhe from the middle
Devour the insides
Destroy everything
Corrupt your mind
I reach into my black heart
And what do I find?
A terrible misfortune
That I am part of mankind
Burning the fields
Shooting at the crows
My back turned
From the wolves crouching low
The unconquered wolf!
His teeth gnarl as he growls
Summoned straight from hell
To kill me and devour my soul
Upon my corpse he stands proud
Bearing the sword of justice in his jaw
Severing the collar of slavery about his neck
Crushing the crown of monarchy with his paw
I writhe from the middle
My insides devoured
I am destroyed
I am of free mind
The wolf peers into my black heart
And what does he find?
The evil he tasted
Was of his same kind
Thursday, February 13, 2003
I haven't been able to write
There is an absence of purpose
A lack of thoughts and words
There is a brick wall in front of me
I can think of nothing to say
I hate it when this happens
So I'll keep waiting
And hope I can once again
Write this worthless stuff that nobody sees
There is an absence of purpose
A lack of thoughts and words
There is a brick wall in front of me
I can think of nothing to say
I hate it when this happens
So I'll keep waiting
And hope I can once again
Write this worthless stuff that nobody sees
nothing has changed. nothing is new. everything is the exactly the same. every day is like the rest.
or things are changing so slowly that i can't notice.
or things are changing so slowly that i can't notice.
Tuesday, February 11, 2003
Monday, February 10, 2003
Well sonofabitch, the mohawk has got to go. Need a job. Jobs suck, mohawks rule. Either tonight or tomorrow it's saying its last goodbyes. But im staying optimistic. It WILL be back. Bastard ass society and their lame fucking standards for deceny. Its just a haircut. But no, its deemed unsuitable because its 'different.' Fuucckk!!!!!! Hot damn, I'm going to miss it.