It must suck to have that shit.
Glad I don't.



I am slipping into somewhat of an alternate dimension in my head...
Forever, I am there.....
Forever, we are....
Barefoot in the dark.

Oh, them bones...


So, my camera broke and I'm too lazy to look for stock.
I like big pictures. Good quality. Fuck your webcam and your cellphone. Fuck helicopter shots. I don't want to look at your fucking scalp or down your fucking shirt. That's not stock, either.

I like to make zombies most of all. If you have an idea for a picture and want me to try it out for whatever reason, send it. I'm not on here very often, but I'm also pissed because I have no camera.


So go on. Make me proud. And make my summer.





On another note....


It feels good to be ME and the only ME there ever was. See, there's this other thing running around that was pretending to be me. It outright annoyed the piss out of me until I remembered that imitation is the ultimate flattery. It's the funniest thing. It just is.


When I said Dragons and Centipedes I was talkin', you know, blood and guts. Steak and eggs. Eggs that were laid by a zombie chicken. Peas and carrots...maybe not, seeing as how I hate both of those things. Beavis and Butthead. Jager and Red Bull. Dro and Vodka. Dro...and Vodka. That's what it was. You don't know.

Vielfrass
seine graue Jean
telepath extradornaire, durch das Lied sehend
rememberance
sie denkt, dass sie daran nichts nutzt.
aber Singvögel singen anyways, ob für einen Rang oder für den Wind, der durch die Bäume bläst.
ich will mit Ihnen durch Wälder spazieren gehen.
Ihr Herz grün zu berühren, soll in den Momenten gestern glauben.
unter swingsets und Sommernächten.
Sterne und durch Autos erzählen alte Bilder eine Geschichte
der Verwirrung. des Schmerzes, der für sie nicht gemeint wurde.
es wurde für die Welt gemeint
es in Flammen zu setzen und weg in der Nacht durchsegelnd.
"was gewinne ich?"
"aw, fuck it."

I like school.
I love the music all day.
But people never change.

Fuck it.
My shit sucks.