Emotional hemlock
Painful disarray
Guilt bleeds through, lust
The marauder of my soul, heart
Tangle my thoughts
Scrape off the sanity and make me obscure.
Why bindings still restrict
I know not
Tell me why
Why you're so repulsive,
Fucking heartless,
So fucking hard to ignore,
Ever present
Ever I wait
Save me from my pursuers
Carry me away
Thrust me to their waiting weapons
Why so unpredicatable
But still the same
As the last time
As always
As ever
I fall beneath your cold clutches...
fuucckkk
good people are dicks,
number thirty six.
I think thats right. I probably quoted it wrong
OH WELLZ
thought that counts.
still no 'art' done
eh. fail. i need practice.
ill get around to it, sometime. eventually. maybe.
Immmmmmmmmmmmmmm getting lazyyyyyyyy.
To the max.
I havent done anything artish in AGESS, let alone anything good. :/
I really should. Im out of pactice. Every time I ty its an epic fail.
Eh.
I like beans.