Aaagh! What a dumb fucking dog. I hate it! My roommates beagle is the worst dog ever. I swear i'm gonna kill it. Besides thousands (seriously) of other dumbass shit, it just ate half a box of my goldfish crackers! I just want to kick it in the fucking head. You would too if it was there, every day, day after day, after day, after day, every day, fucking shit up constantly!

I'd like to find the guy that did it, and rip his still beating heart right out of his chest, so he can see how black it is before he dies.

Good lord. That was a party.There was probably 80 people in that tiny house. I was up till five, then slept till three today (its out of control.) And theres another party tonight, so, fuck it, I'm going!!

I need more sleep.

It's nice when you can go outside at night and hear the silence. As the clouds drift ever so slowly overhead. The city lights miles off light up the night with a dim orange glow, just barely reaching to the sky. Its so peaceful, so serene. Ignoring the fact that I have to get up the next day to something so opposite and constantly obscene. For the five minutes I sat outside, I wished I would never have to leave. To never go back inside, to never do a thing. Just rest in the midnight air, knowing the stars are somewhere above, and hoping that the next morning will never come. And then I go to sleep.

Property of the U.S.- by: unknown forgotten

He's got his laces tied
He's got his papers signed
He wants to shoot a gun

He's got his figures right
He selling his life
He thinks he loves america

He's riding the boat to war
Protecting what he doesn't even know
Becoming a soldier just because

He's been trained in what to do
Brainwashed from head to toe
But no reason to live for

He'll fight against a formidable foe
He'll kill another man with no remorse
He only does what he's told

He doesn't know why

He'll see the enemy face to face
He'll realize this is something he can't take
And live in pain and stress

He deosn't know why
And he'll never realize

It's 3:25am. And I'm sitting in my homestead. The music is playing softly, the ligths are low. There's a brick wall in front of me, it's painted white from ceiling to floor. And I'm wondering what just happend in the day that passed. My mind shutters, searches, and does not come back. Maybe it's the lack of sleep, that keeps me from completely understanding. But it moves on without relapsing. The music swells ever so gently, across the room. The light hangs weakly on the furniture below. The brick wall seems less and less there. And I'm wondering what will happen in the days to come. And then I go to sleep.

Memoirs of a Demon MF_ by: unknown forgotten

I was born in the vain of misery
And I never had me a name
My heart pumps a spirit of evil
That was forged in me at the age of 16

I used to be a good boy, so nice, so kind
But life didn't work out that way for me
Sold my soul to the Devil for pleasure
Cashed in my cards to control my own destiny
And as time moves forwards I'm all alone
My boundaries are cut in the shape of a pentagram

I watch the people move, not live
So ignorant of what is out there
And I'm just waiting for the day for the shitfire to fall
And devour all of our souls

The black air, that’s scuffled up from the dirt
Is the only air that I breathe
And to part the cloud that surrounds myself
Would be to take my own life

I was born into a world of misery
And I never had me a name
My heart pumps the blood of evil
That was forged in me at the age of 16

I need to live more than I sleep. I need to live faster than I die. I need to be faster than ash.

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Things begin to fade away from existence. People fade, words fade, colors fade, love fades, memories fade, the world will also fade away someday....



I'm fading.




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Sedated Thoughts At A Glance- by: unknown forgotten

The Murder City Devils rock everyon'es shit
I'm tired
Mopeds rule
Mopeds are relaxing
My back hurts
This time things are actually going right
I miss alot of people
Some I haven't seen for months
Others it's been a matter of weeks
Jesse didn't buy me waffles tonight at 2:15am after he said he would
It's cold in my room
Now Blonde Redhead is rocking my shit
I heart Becky, I miss Becky alot
I feel like a ghost

My ghost likes to travel
So far into your world

There is something sad
Beneath all of myself
But I tried to forget it
And now I can't remember what it was

This last week is forgotten
Every second of it was a blur
My subconcious is working against me
There should be a reason my mind isn't troubled
I should not be so happy and easy going
Maybe its probably a good thing
But if i don't remember what's wrong
Then it will kill me in the end

I'm not sure
But I think
That there truly is nothing wrong

Has it been so long that I can not remember how it feels
I sure fucking hope so

Since the absence of people in the house, and an old skate board sitting in the room, I have decided to start skateboarding. Ah, do not make your prejudgements yet. It is an old skateboard, 9.5in wide, 30in long. And I am only allowing myself to 'practice' (and strictly) 'old school' tricks. In the kitchen, approximatley 4 feet wide ( because of a large standup bass) i can now efficiently complete a Bertlmen slide. 'Tis where you ride really low, almost sitting on the ground, place one hand on the ground, keeping your feet on the board- cause it to slide around making a 180 degree turn. I can also do a Frontside Boneless, and a very large sum of End-overs. Yes, I am a dork, yes, I am bored, yes, I have way too much time on my hands.... For the record, I have never skateboarded before, ever, besides simply rolling on a board.