Scales

/Off topic Well if you'd like to PM me with what's bothering, or confusing you, I can get back to you in both English and ROT13. I don't consider it harsh per-say, possibly, slightly, just a tad, tiny, tiny bit abrasive. Like when a plane lands in the jungle and the only survivor gets bloodied up by branches and thrown unconscious into a contaminated swamp, only to find shelter in the stomach of a giant, evil biscuit. /Resume topic

Islamic chicks should stop covering their faces, period; it's annoying and it's probably causing violence. If all the chicks in America were covered in robes all it would take is some sort of promise of afterlife sex to desperate, mentally slipping people, and the old guy in McDonalds at opening in the morning, that just wants to drink his fucking coffee and catch up on the newspaper, would be completely fucked. When religion covers up women, old people in fast food restaurants are threatened by explosive nut-jobs, if old people are KO'd so to speak, the person who does the crossword puzzles gets put out of a job. If the person who writes crosswords isn't writing crosswords anymore, then they're probably going straight across Crapville and down into the slums. It's scary, and that's a five letter word.

Twisted Sister - The Price

And now for something completely different..

Drinking and working on character development. Examples of drunken character development:1 2 3

I have got a cheap can of Sam's choice soda, that tastes watered down.. What'ch-U-got?

I have got a cheap can of Sam's choice soda, that tastes watered down.

Seriously be weary of classholes.

Watch him dive, stay in the boat, and drink a cocktail.

Makes some good music.

Eating junk food, surfing youtube, looking for good bands, finding it ironic the blog I saw addressing 'forum and online addiction' was wrote by someone who wrote hundreds of blogs.

Destruction magnet, the fire and the shrapnel conditioned to come clawing at the mind's door, take all of the possessions, witch's cursed trash that brings the halt of the brutal assemblies. Treasure in the holes of wasteland graveyards, stripped for the profit of starving, dying gods whose eyes only see sifting threads of worth, bodies replaced with cold concepts of ghosts. Weak misconceptions birth marvelous hands to strange to look upon without chaotic reason in tune with isolated madness, popular deceit, so that the saved can ferment circus dreams. Strong reactions to crawling ambient spiders dripping like the poisons from hung cadavers, smiles adorn the guests of freight promises held to the cage of a skeleton who still waits. The building is abandoned, memory is still, and all the mysticism was damned, corrupted with anchors to a ferocious, cemented dream, and shadows laugh her sunlight to it's grave.

Drinking out of two bottles of dew at once. Getting out my strat to find some good riffs to go with the beat I've been working on in FL.

Join a pants club.

Def Leppard - Switch 625

Scales (+), Cobion.com, Santa Clause, sass_in_the_pants, Easter Bunny, Yahoo.com, Terminator Santa, Tooth Fairy From Hell, FarrIL (+), Msterbeau, Soulrev, Jigsaw, Ash_Sangre, Old Man Fashioning a Kayak Out of a Log, Google.com, Gaf The Horse With Tears, livininxtcgoth, Megatron, MSN.com

I would have to say a little bit of everything, since it's possible to be scared of anything and everything. However, I fear death the most, because it's not rational for anyone to really see death on friendly terms, it goes against self-conservation. Death is kind of the enemy of life in a scientific sense, and all culture that portrays the acceptance of death really goes to prove that the 'evil', negativity, and 'darkness' within the duality humanity thrives on, has it's own equally unique value and beauty. I do not believe in God, religion, or spirituality. So my view of life is that once it's over, it's probably over, and there is nothing left but a body without conscious. In this regard, my views are extremely dark and even horribly depressing. I can however, find positive meaning in the deepest amount of ugliness and suffering with logic and rationality, and have done so many times to keep my sanity. I don't deny death is extremely terrifying in itself, or that the sensation of dying is a very deep, consuming fear - which I have experienced. I would rather suffer in permanent negativity with scientific-based ideas and great thinkers as guides, than live any other way.

I've got a new song up with real instrumentation parts, finally have my electric guitar running through my p.c., and my song also has some vocal work. This is the most successful I've been with getting real instrument recordings to blend with electronic, so I'm proud of that, electronic timing is impeccable and unforgiving. Anyways, the title is "Growing Mad With Rotting, Black Nostalgia"

Putting up devil horns.

Reading - The Picture Of Dorian Gray This may become my favorite novel.

House of Monster, Bawls Guarana, Vault, & Dew > House of Coffee

Yes, friends got me into it years ago. I just finished the ENTIRE Kenshin series including Samurai X vids, and I'm taking a very, very long break from anime. That series is insanely long and has some great fights. What was the hardest phone call you ever had to make?

I'm really starting to like throwing on multiple guitar VSTi's and just going completely insane. This one is called "Vigilante, Waking From Tranquility"

"Living life to it's fullest" is all bullshit, someone somewhere can do something better than you can, has it better than you, and has something you want but don't need- and don't understand yet; it's all the same, one big cycle of bullshit. Your living life to it's fullest by living it. We can't control everything that happens, and we certainly can't win all of our battles. With enough practice, and enough effort, the only things that will start to matter are cutting through all the external and internal bullshit. Life isn't permanent, all of the forever perceptions are just there for confidence, it's better to suffer from all sides aware of the deep negativity in everything, than to be constantly drowning in happiness, ego, and pride like some sedated drone. Buy, consume, repeat, die, enjoy. (The result of caffeine, rock, and a blank white square.)