

Scratched And Traced.Scratched And Traced.Scratched And Traced.
I’ve chosen this wound, to which within I'll trace as a manner of function to prove that I'm not dead. And through it i stand, hopeless and used. I’ll hold my breath for painful discourse, hoping to change that which i cannot. I confess that this is my last recourse to stay this way. This will be my life, a scratch in celluloid, a burn in flesh. A photo that never lie’s, Just like you.


The CenterfoldThe Centerfold.The Centerfold
Tonight we’re dead, in a cocaine fashion model sense, captured in a photographic misery. The flash shall collide in a electric fashion breathing what little life it contains into our anorexic figures. If the negative proves to be in focus, we shall commit this to 3 by 5’s etched in razor marks. Too which they’ll paste these starving photo’s in a manner that suits our lack of worth. We are numbers lined in modern popularity among pages of magazines that call us worthless. We are hopeless, young, and forever committed to appearance.


A Drink for the Cause.Hey there oh provider of mine, mix me a drink. So that i may wash down sorrow with regret on the rocks. Flash the signal, because here among the faceless misery has no place. Only freedom to do as we please, fuck mistakes here there is no reprieve. A drink or two and I'm closer to your embrace, but here affection is without cause. Pass a drink so, i can start my 12 steps to forgetting you. I’ll be lucky if i get past denial. Cause this beer says I've got a chance. It’s last call, and I'm lost in my glass two drinks away from having no past. Oh god if this percentage could make me forget how you make me feel. I’m 20 drinks in over my head, butA Drink for the Cause.


The Gemini Amongst Matters.The Frost on her lips lingers with mystery,The Gemini Amongst Matters.
and a breath escapes, passionless heart beats scatter among the mist And the untouched degrees descend.
The taste of death subsides, I let go a gentle breath it floats safely into sanctuary among your lips. the frost breaks.
With a gentle kiss I’ll regret the sorrow of this night And I fall amongst your cold embrace.
I’m sorry my Angel, for this sin I shall pay.
And we burn.
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If you knew me you'd understand...
then again...
i love the bands.
happy thanksgiving!
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I'd burn alive for you.
Your job sounds awesome. I've been looking to volunteer lately, but I recently fucked up my arm, so I have to wait until it heals. I'm stuck in college in dirty jersey. I used to love it, but now i'm thinking about moving up to VT and going to school there and learning to snowboard and get some land to ride my ATV's on =]
I've fallen in love with techno >.< i want to learn to DJ. but once again, my arm. i still love metal and hardcore though i am estranged from my friend who used to give me all the info on kick ass bands. My recent faves are blessthefall, alesana, august burns red, and sky eats airplane. any suggestions?
I attend Bamboozle yearly. It's a good place to catch a lot of the mainstream, but also not so much bands.
I'm almost 20. I will be in less than a month. Holy shit. Goodbye teenage years. What a ride.
Keep in touch friend. I've missed our talks as well.
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I'd burn alive for you.
remember when we were kind of obsessed with each other?
yeah. that was cool. we grew up. i need to catch up on your work though.
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I'd burn alive for you.
Where do you get it ? Oo
I have one but it's a lil' bit old ^^
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-oRen!-
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Art is either plagiarism or revolution.
-Paul Gauguin
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