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I lost sense of my days and old regrets become the new objectives.

Keep your mouth shut and let me open your mind for you.

The fire of the mind agitates the atmosphere.

Tick tock tick tock
Time's a falling down
Like a wind mill churning
And the wheels are burning
Within the cogs whirl
What a good little girl.

Father Clock kisses the hand
And the heart pauses in a red glaze
Demolition time, her smile upturns
You sustained me long enough
Lets tear this fucking tower down
And watch her dress fall to the ground.

There's still honesty in my rusty bones
But you're gonna need to dig really deep
And scrape it off with a scalpel
And make me scream out the truth.

Trapping you in a small, white coffin overnight.
Pulling your brain down, say a few little words.
Letting you see your thoughts through your own eyes, bleeding into reality.
This is the way to enlightenment

My mind is exploding.
The splatters are dampening the walls.
Better clean it up before somebody slips and hurts themselves.

Never run from the scene of a crime
Thinking you got away
Cause shit comes back to haunt you
And debts must be repayed.
Karma doesn't exist, but I do.

The red sphinx jumps in the air and dies when you uncover the truth to the riddle.

Something seem strange.
Something seems off.
Something seems unfitting.
I wonder what it is?

Blood drains the ground
Cause I didn't need you.

METAMORPHOSIZE
INTO
A
PERFECT AN S T T T
Vg jvyy arire shpxvat unccra.
Qb abg qryhqr lbhefrys jvgu raqyrff qernzf.
Jr ner nf jr ner, vzcresrpg ohg shyy bs cbgragvny.
Shpx, V qba'g haqrefgnaq jul lbh ernq.
Jung vf vg lbh jnag. Rayvtugrazrag?
Vg vf n ernyvmngvba crefbany gb hf.
Lbh arrq gb tb svaq vg lbhefrys.
Vs lbh jnag zl nqivpr, tb genc lbhefrys va n pbssva.

There is a fine line between Friendship and Business.

Am I feeling dead?
It's just one tiny little click
And everyone loves me
The hardened exterior with no description
Except that which I call my limitation
And crystal beads drop from my eyes
Sun shining morning dew pearls in disguise.
And nobody would know unless I tell them
That all I do with my life is fantasize
Into worlds beyond my minds comprehension
I am lifted into the wonders behind my lies.
And that which I create can love me like no other.
For who am I to deny my dying imaginations cry?
I will hold my eternal love close as we pass into reality.

[center]I wrote something new
Just out of the blue
And everyone wonders
How I do what I do.

Well I'm telling you now
It's not as hard as it sounds
Just listen to your mind
And you might actually find
That words are being formed
As sharp as knights swords
On the tip of your knife
Are the wo[color=#BC0909%

The crying of children, the whispers of deception
The wonderful lullaby that springs from my intentions.

I know my days are limited but I don't even care
Cause I'm nibbling away at love on a stick
And smoking values up in the air
And all I truly need, want and got
Is secrets, art, and ever-worsening brain rot.

REVERSE REVERSE REVERSE REVERSE REVERSE

Please don't cross to the churchyard, or I'll bury you before September.

I have a sense of jealousy
For everything you do
So strong it is some days
Tension rips at my sinews.

And nothing from my creation
Matches up to yours
So I sit by and watch you
While the inner hatred matures.

Fate castrated me at birth, for she is a wise lady.

No matter
About it
I'm good tonight
To happy days
Transient
Well worth it
Why not have
A calender
To keep track
Of your happy days
Cause then you see
Model
Force yourself into it
It does not exist
Except in your mind
You become
Happy routine
Fucking brilliant
Out of my way
Genius at work.

TOO BAD
LITTLE SHAME
doesn't work that way
but we are men
and men dream
of things to come
to become
to foresee our
wonderful futures
so
keep in mind
I'm not going to
be very happy
with people
toying
with our dreams.

Always looking out for the safety of her children.

Just take my hand and ignore all I said and trust me.

Scrape the dirt off with your nails.
Try to clean your temple of daily spew fests of words that make no sense.

Who What Where When Why Am I?

My conscience is blind and my morals are deaf.

We have this
Realization
Dreams of
Blue Electricity
Surging through us
And it feels so good
To walk into it
And the disks hum
The closer you get
So exhilarating
Then you drop dead
Like a fly [color=#725959]t[/color%

You can't deny
There is no attachment
We are so far apart
Even if you're beside me
And that's the beauty
We are who we are
Blooming in solidarity
Stirring in my anger.

And you keep talking.
And you keep asking.
And you keep begging.
And you keep wishing.
And I still don't want to hear you.

In my mind I spit on you.

Abysmal shit for secret men who live in secret places, do secret things and lock their thoughts in a vault.

One question answered, another answer questioned.
What do you want. Puppy dog instructions or what.
Delicious chequerboard flooring and snakes kissing my feet.

Angry
So fucking angry
Rage is the word
Those who talk
Play Russian Roulette
With my tongue
With my mind
What to blame but my mind
For all this anger
Crawling down my throat
And clawing at my stomach
Making me gasp with hate
For air I despise
Tasting things I want rid of
Don't touch a single thing
Unless you want to jump
And scream, body thrashing
And hit against the wall.

I'll quieten down
And I'll hide underground
And no one will hear me
Not even a sound
The mouth is closed tight
There's no one in sight
Though I can't see a thing
Not even a light

Pick and choose, choose and pick!
Sing and dance and then get sick.
Laugh the night away and sleep.
Open your eyes and take a peep.
Where'd they all go.
Wonder what happened.
All that fun for nothing.

No we aren't here to mess with their minds.
Thank you for the better understanding.
And what better understandng is that.
Let them discover.
I think I'm drowning asphyxiating.

One in exchange of two.
Give a little, take a lot.

I just want to stop.

You are diseased and I am rusted.

I FEEL SICK
STOP THE RIDE I WANT TO GET OFF

Bent
Destroyed
Twisted
Inside out
I will never
Look the same.

¿noʎ ɥʇıʍ ƃuoɹʍ s,ʇɐɥʍ
˙ɥɔʇıq 'əɹoɯ əɯos ʎɹɔ

I am the angriest man alive.

Who needs you?
Not me!

Feel good feud, rolling blades.

Well we'll see about that.

!TI HTIW PU TUP UOY DNA UOY ESIPSED YLTERCES YEHT EDIH RUOY TA RAET DNA PIR YEHT
SANEYH GNIKCUF ERA SDNEIRF RUOY LLA

DETARENEGER SUINEG ENIUNEG MA I

Lrig elttil pas a si rehtom.
Eldmis si plrow eht skuiht ehs.

¿əuo ɔıʇəɥʇɐd əɥʇ sı oɥʍ 'əɯ lləʇ
˙pɐq əq oʇ ƃuıʎɹʇ uɐɯ pooƃ ɐ əɹɐ noʎ
˙pooƃ əq oʇ ƃuıʎɹʇ uɐɯ pɐq ɐ ɯɐ ı

Please help me stop.

ih-le-li-ll

Lips like steel
Skin like ice
Eyes staring up
Dead love entice
Coffin for two
Me and you.

See odd things
Hear odd things
Think odd things
Draw odd things

I see a thief give his goods back to the owners
I smell a liar accepting the sordid truth he evaded
I hear a joker weep under the eyes of displeased on-watchers
I taste a kings apple as he now works as a merchant
I touch a broken old tree that was once strong and beautiful
And pain echoes forever, for everyone, for always
In the kingdom of the golden beast.

Maybe if I dig my grave deep enough I'll escape out a hole in the other side
And have the sun greeting my face after all.

ACCEPT NO IMITATIONS

Shameless self promotion, go!
If you see me, let Hell know.
I always manage to jump the wall,
When the guards are off on dinner call.

Maybe if I dig my grave deep enough I'll escape out a hole in the other side
And have the sun greeting my face after all.

I FEEL LIKE A MACHINE OF GOOD WILL
APPRECIATION OF MY ACTIONS OILS ME

LAUGHING MEN DIE LAST, DEAD MEN CRY LAST

My mind
Is empty
All nothing
See
My best friend
My lover
I love someone
More than anything
Her name is nothing
She's amazing
She's always there for me
She strokes my hair at night
And soothes me to sleep
Now
She's beautiful
She really is
There is nothing I love more than nothing.

All I am is an ugly gargoyle that sits on the edge of the tower and watches the people scurrying about below me.

IMPATIENT AND ANGRY : WE DON'T GET WHAT WE WANT WHEN WE WANT IT

Take them under your wing and strangle them with the feathers.

Genocidal monsters sip tea in magnificent castles.

I'M THE UPSIDE DOWN HORSE SHOE
I'M THE PINS IN YOUR SPINE

AGE AGE AGE AGE AGE I LIKE AGES

IGNORANCE OF YOUR CULTURE IS NOT CONSIDERED COOL

With the severity of my iron will I have been the king and even stone lions bow down to me.
Snakes will lie to tigers and steal their crown and life while they sleep.

I broke my brothers heart with a little foam dart.
Tip toeing in the corridors causes earthquakes for orphanages.
When I burn my incense nature wrinkles her nose and sneezes toxic death.
I pick up my pen and all I can write is how to turn everything inside out.
Now there is no such balance, even Equality secretly plots to kill me.

I've got gravel in my throat.

Don't try to match your movements.
I don't want to oil a quivering robot.
Mirror image of the beast, but even worse.
Just relax, I won't hurt you.

MAN I'M SO ANGRY
WHERE'S IT COMING FROM?

The craziest people in the world are those who believe art is nothing more than a pencil to paper.
Before them comes the artists themselves.

By the time I realised my father was right I had a son who thought I was wrong.

Forgive me this notion but we are not friends.

I was born an ingrained stain on Gods mink carpet.

Shoot the Buddha
And Maim the Priest
One Holy Fools Bread
Could be a Poor Beggars Feast

If I'm not worth a hello, you're not worth a goodbye.

Do you ever have the feeling you're being watched?

It's more a pleasure than a problem.

I have a vicious sense of justice over everything.

Like Spit into the sky, do not come to me and preach the well being of my world when yours is in dire need of repair.
Will you choose to ignore it further when I point out the steps to your temple need cleaning.

Or, if I hand you my best broom, will you promise to take care of yourself before others?

It's a jump to the left.
Abwjt vurxg, tiy.
And a step to the right.
O apbr dmrslu qrpqar.

Are you sure you know what you're getting yourself into?
Because the moon just has this big grin on his face like he knows a storm is brewing for you tonight.

But you just don't care and you keep digging deeper.

But you just don't care and you keep digging deeper.

I've decayed, dried up, and became one with the leeching, bloodsucking worms.
Burial is the only thing missing.


Her breath on my skin
Like a whisper on the wind.

Daughters always turn out to be
Smarter than their daddies.

Do not ask for help.
When someone helps, you lose all validity of personal experience, emotion and worth measurement.

DON'T DARE TO ANTICIPATE.
IT MIGHT NEVER HAPPEN.

Who's afraid of the big bad truth?

When I was born, I was crying at the sheer terror of being alive.

When you are in pain, you become the best dancer in the world.
Your body writhes and wriggles in ways you could never have done before.
So go stab yourself a few times and join my party.

When the moon swims amongst the sea of clouds,
I will guide myself to your bedside by lantern.
I'll steal your breath in my jar while you sleep.

YOU MAKE ME SICK TO MY STOMACH.

I HATE YOU, BUT YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME.

TOLERATION AND LOVE ARE TWO DIFFERENT THINGS.

I just want to stop.

Think with your head. Not with your heart.
Emotions give rise to false concept.
Follow common sense.

I was once a little lamb whose fleece as white as snow,
Would follow little Mary-Anne whereever she would go.
But one day when the river ran red and Mary I could not find,
My fleece turned black and the sky turned grey,
And a wolf possessed my mind.

FILTH AURAAAaaa and i love y ll

What a pile of bones you just laid down before my muzzle, ha ha.
Growl, mam mam.
A godsend for the impoverished, round-the-year starved viet dog, global beggar, ever forlorn ever rejected by Jesus.

Too much of a good thing is a bad thing.

Leather jackets adorned with buttons, belts and buckles aplenty. Long matted hair that refused to move for any wind. Old, sturdy boots heavily stomping and both of them occasionally spitting tobacco juice on the crack-ridden concrete catwalks. And of course, the gleaming metal of a gun in each of their pockets. They might not have been a pretty sight but their intentions were far uglier.

"How does it feel, Venice?"

"What?"

"To have the knowledge we're just a few streets away from killing a man. To throw a life out the window like Saturdays old meat gone bad. Both in relation will have maggots soon to share."

As he thought of the question and noting the words 'few streets away', he realized how close they were to the chosen destination. Venice put his hand on the grip of his gun firmly. Anticipation made his claw tap against the trigger with each one of his quickened footsteps.

"Damn beautiful."

Heaven is down. Hell is up.
Bullshit makes
the flowers grow
And that's beautiful.

Stupid! To be is you are am to think.

Please help me stop.

Children are morally blind, and that's why they make good friends for me.
They don't know you're bad because they can't see it - you are actually given a chance through the eyes of innocence.

Can we blame society for your malice or is it inherent?

Vivelo, sufrelo, lloralo, sueltalo, aceptalo, superalo, perdonalo.

I would love to take a scalpel and practice with you.
I would crack up and down without anesthetic,
Hands soaked in vinegar, the tongue and eyelids ripped,
And when I leave you dying you can say what you like
But it only acts as a threat towards me doing more.
Ignorant, they despise the life of other living things
Simply because they believe they are superior.
The good thing is they are using up their practices
In utter nonsense.
Nobody owns the meaning of life, no matter how they
May try to justify this.
Sorry, but we are not all doctors, but we are prepared.

THE BLACK SHEEP HAS WOOL A GIFT TO IT
FOR NO WOLF CAN SPOT HIM AMONGST THE HERD AT NIGHT!

He took off his necklace and hooked it over the barrel of the gun, aiming with deadly precision. The trigger weighted down slowly.
"May God guide my bullets."

[center]There's a man out there
Who sits on the stairs
All day, all day
Watching the s[color=#B02C2C%

You are not united. Judas can back-stab anywhere.
Family is the biggest illusion in the world.


All in all it's all in spite,
The more you lie the more I bite.

He's a man whose only wishes are to travel the stars, alone, and fantasize.
He desires nothing more from life.
He only wants to be left alone.

But who am I to talk, I'm not an antidote.
I'm just an illness eating away at people who let me linger long enough to infect.

I don't want to join your guild, clan or family.

All art on this profile by me.
Mention if you want to buy or trade.

Don't Add me to your friendlist, no one is on it and won't be for a long time.
Also, my username has an i for the L, for those who might mistake it.

I'm quiet and reserved, usually off doing my own thing, so don't expect too much out of me.

There is a man who has never asked anything from you.
He won't talk, but he is content listening wistfully.
One day he comes to you and asks you to keep a secret.
You wish you hadn't.

I don't roleplay either, don't even try it.

If I 'ignore' you or be silent I am not being a rude ass, I just don't know how to talk properly.

If someone tells you that nobody loves you, be careful. Nobody is a very jealous lover and would do anything to get you back.

Imperfection is my style of choice, everything is more interesting that way.

I am a horrible, horrible man and I should have been put down with a needle a long time ago.

Tell me, are the trees still made of bleeding, butchered worms?
Are the tunnels still being dug in your head by devil miners?
Remind us, do you feel the electric shocks, the branches in your brain?
Do your paintings still stare and say they hate you?
Do the walls still lean out to try and touch your face with ceramic fingertips?
Screaming cats jumping on your knee and screeching their greeting.
Well bless me, I'm golden - Shining and radiant.
And the clawed hand against the window presses down firmly!

Earth could be paradise, if not god had placed it in the sky - and made earth a hell.

Up low, down high, which way is why?
IT'S AN ABANDONED MINEFIELD LET'S ROLL IN IT
Fatten me up for the slaughter and I'll make a family happy for a day.
I am not your angel, you are not a saint.
I got a tool shed that talks.
Stare out over the horizon, dotted blades of grass illuminated by dying glow worms.
The sickness is spreading and I don't care, it's too beautiful to pin your spite on.
They wriggle, gasping for air, and I still couldn't care less.
Kinda sad, kinda mad. Kinda left, kinda right. Kinda up, kinda down. Kinda lost, kinda found.
Did fate give you a hard bargain, or are you simply crawling away before the cards are dealt?
Bells ringin', birds singin', and I'm happy as hell with a heathen barbecue.

HERE?

HERE?

I'm too busy contemplating crossroads.

And remember this every day you walk; Your dreams are made for crushing.

I hear the people next door talking about me.
When I tell them to stop, they continue the second they think I'm out of lengths able of hearing.
Again I grow angry while they pass hushed judgments.
One day I swear I'll shut them up.

Someone once said to me; "Never regret anything, because at one time it was exactly what you wanted."
Now, this sentence is terrifying in the mind of someone who is thinking like me.
Think back on all those terrible things you did and look forward to the ones you will do.
The greatest part is, they are exactly what I wanted and want to do.

The rain is the angels crying because you did bad things, and they seen every bit of it.
They cannot come down and stop you because it is only you who can choose what you do.
Every path you take will be dampened by their tears, you can't escape to dry land.
Even the flowers are drinking the sorrows of those who can't help those in need.

WHAT IF.
What if.
And this is a big If.
But, what if...
I ran out of wisdom.
WHAT if.
I was completely milked of my wise words.
What IF.
The world relied on me so much,
It breaks me with the weight I carry on my back.
Just a big what if to ponder upon.
Sometimes I need a little helping hand too.
Not that I would like to hold it.

So the shepherd leads his sheep off a cliff.

I would bite it,
I would scratch it.
I am too stubborn for my own good.
I will stand upon on my own two legs,
Until they break upon the crushing weight of my pride.

I do not like doctors.
I do not like someone sitting on a chair telling me
If I am wrong, sick or not normal.
If I think I am sick, have at me.
But I will not let someone in a fancy coat tell me this.

Hello, I am from the path of flames.
I would like to take your hand a while,
And show you what it is like to walk
On the same path as burning coals.
It hurts, there is no doubts there.
The orange flames will lick your soles,
But the pain makes you force yourself
To endure more than many have ever experienced.
Soon the flames no longer burn you,
And you can walk any path you wish
With the greatest of all ease.

Ever thought YOU are the God everyone in the world talks about?
The one who saved the Queen and the man from many books?
Ever thought you are him, but simply not awakened yet?
Ever wondered if maybe everyone is waiting on you?
People all around you want help.

IF WHAT I SAY IS TRUE YOU'RE ALL SCREWED SORRY!
NO ONE LISTENS TO THE KARMA PROPHET!

Admittedly one person being so powerful;
To change the flow of the world?
That in itself is an idea tough to accept.
Perhaps everyone working together could be God.
But we would not all want to follow the same path.
What I want to do, if I had the power,
Is probably things you'd want to stop,
If you had the power to do so.

Still, no joint organization has my hand.
But what am I rambling about?
A rock is just a rock.

Rip your horns off,And you will see even out of the holes still spews forth bad thoughts.

To say we are doomed implies an absolute certainty that we are, in fact, completely fucked.
On the contrary, there is more hope now than ever for us to rise up and become something more than what we are right now.
Just understand that we have come far; but know also that we still have a great way ahead of us.

What might not be obvious from first glance,
Is that I have an endless bounty of love.
This love pumps out without any problem,
And is donated all the time to others,
With no wishes for anything at all in return.
I especially love the underdogs, the beggars,
Those who lost hope and the disheartened.
I enjoy being the beacon of hope for others.
My love cannot be held only to one persons name,
It is boundless and goes beyond all chains.
It is always pure, but also strict.
However, I have a problem receiving it back.
And I hope one day to fix that myself.

Nostra Damn You!

Alalher Itha Echoa!
Lasambyial le ajso anó va korona.
Asono al aso mashkanor latamban saníta?

Not all answers lie within yourself, sorry.
Don't be silly.
You must open up to what is around you.
The journey of self discovery requires others, too.


[/color]The more you think the more amazing anything can be.

NEVER look around and think you're better than the rest of the world.
This is the biggest mistake you can make.
If you do so think like this, do the world and the people in it a favour;
Teach them to be as great as you are.
Don't step on them.

Terror and sadness will make your meat taste sweeter.

My mind keeps wandering places it shouldn't.
It keeps stepping over into Gods territory.
I hate my brain.

Now I can always try to be inspirational and push you forward,
A crutch to those who can't see everything from their blinkers.
But the thing is, a lot of you are completely wasted potential.
Breathtaking amounts of sitting back.
waiting,
waiting,
waiting.
For things you WANT to get better.
Desire and action go hand in hand,
So why not prove that to yourself and do something.
You have complete choice over what you will do.
But everywhere I look I have a sore heart with disappointment.
People fighting against each other and never for.

Don't go blaming the many for the actions of the few.

S.O.S

LIFE IS OH SO FUNNY JOKE
TELL ME MORE

SHEBAN
WHO RISES AT NIGHT
THE WHOLE WORLD TURNS LEFT
X. X. X. X. XZCZ XCZC CAMALA
AND HE DIVES INTO THE SKY
THE CLOUDS MOVE ASIDE
AND A PATHWAY IS FORMED
BUT HE TRIES TO WALK IT
AND FALLS TO HIS DEATH
AND WILL RISE ANOTHER NIGHT
AFTER A PEACEFUL REST
ASHAMARAN QU'EL YAZID

There are many millions of people right now,
Reincarnated onto this Earth as those chosen to spread peace
And lead others on their way towards spiritual enlightenment.
But so many of those people never realize it.
Or, they lose their hopes.
Because we become exposed to so much hate as we grow up,
It poisons our souls into neglecting beauty.
Please, remember your roots and return to your TRUE worth.

Please become a good person and STOP people like me.
Everyday I'm free is a day I laugh.
INCARCERATE me.

Alternatively c'mon down here with me.
And I'll show you a secret place.
You can trust me and all that.

Shanti into Dhakka!
The flip of a switch!

We are taught at a young age to ditch our imagination and enter reality,
But to stop dreaming is suicide of the soul.

Let's fade away.

In order to achieve a temporary feeling of peace, you must allow some badness to be drained from your system.
The older your feelings get, the more vicious they become in your blood.
And then they decay and rot, contaminating the rest of you like a disease.
There's a virus in your mind and heart and it wants to eat you from the inside out.
Words give the illusion of being able to express yourself with writing but this is far, far undermined compared to how you actually have the abilities to express.
Only one form of expression is not enough, lest you allow old feelings to still be actively stirring within yourself.

Morals.exe has encountered a problem and needs to close.

A diabolic disgrace shoved right in my face.
I hate you bitch, go die in a ditch.
And let me kick you in there to make things fair.

Plain as day yet hidden in sight,
We look for the weak in the middle of fights.
And raise them up with a tower so tall,
We'll kill them once we make them fall.
Hope won't catch you, this I know,
You've lost the way you threw your soul.

Do you know this symbol?

You sure will soon if you don't.

Lumps in my throat, blood on my teeth,
My head has a dent and there's air underneath.
Sometimes my head hurts and sends me in a rage,
I want to pull up my shirt and tear open my rib cage.
I don't like it any more than you do.

Best not to build a bridge that can't be burnt.
Especially when the people across the river don't have the best of intentions for you.

Just because you're against us, doesn't mean you're bad.

I am deaf to those with the answers.
I want to knock down the wall.
I will take away a brick at a time and gradually,
The answers will be revealed to me.

I can't tell you where Paradise is,
For everyones Paradise is different.
But I can tell you one thing for sure;
A compass, your eyes, your ears nor your nose,
Will ever be able to tell you where Paradise is.
If you want guidance, you must rely on your heart.

From black depths come treasures that shine greater than any stone,
And only those who fear rivalry will shovel the embers into the tunnel.

You should not see me.

I have a tongue, you have a tongue.
That means we can say all sorts of things,
Whether they be true or not.
Words and words and words and words.
Hey, guess what?
I love you.

OH SHIT IT'S BROKE LOL

No, but really.
You're not all sheep like he says.
Some of you just don't realize how great you are and it's sad.

But hey, you know what?
A herd of angry sheep can trample anyone to death.

I'm dull in the brain.
I want to live again.

I feel my tongue got cut out with a knife,
And my mouth fills with blood as I try to speak.
No words form themselves clearly enough to tell you how I feel,
I realize I have no voice of my own.
It breaks my heart that you can't hear me.

Think miles for each step and you can travel years in any direction.

God got lonely one day.
He decided to make an ant farm.
He'd sit and watch them all working away happily,
Which to a certain point he was content with.
After he hit that point, however,
He took fire and pressed it against the Earth.
God then found the way they screamed and panicked,
Was much more entertaining than the usual routine.
And he still presses the fire to us to this day.

I like taking time to my myself in my own world.
It's getting back that is the tricky part.

"Am I trapped?"

"No."

"Then I am free to leave?"

"Well, nothing is ever free."

If you're tired of the world,
Go take a nap.

I make music, check my youtube!

Don't scream.
Just laugh.

It's the season of deceiving, so here's my gift to you.

I can't remember what came first.
Me hurting others or them hurting me.

Male and from Scotland, Glasgow!

Blood is red
Veins are blue
Not even dental records
Will identify you!

Is a fleeting moment of deviancy worth a lin