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Though I weep tears of blood. My eyes are never closed
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Mood: Crazy
Listening to: Eulogy -Tool
Reading: Knife of Dreams
Watching: California Blonds

I saw the stunted children playing
so I took my knife a slaying
and set those little bastards praying
while the sweet red blood was spraying.

so grasp the twisted wires of thought
and gather round with salems lot
I give the reaper his fair shot
to strike me down, or slay me not.


Aahaha. whatever. Dosent it suck that I have to be the poetic one. Although, it makes some kind of twisted sence. The savage soul is a bit closer to the raw emotion of the universe. Or some shit like that.

Blah blah blah, new years new years, fuck it. Its just a good excuse to get drunk and act like an asshole. So my favorite holiday anyone? Hah.

Hmmmm, lets see were should I bleed next?

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If I have to give my life you can have it.....