Well hey blog, it's me again!

Missed me? I didn't think so.

Yeah I'm just gonna rant, or rather speak my mind. Been a while eh?

Still as psychotic, more pacified, more sarcastic and cynical, laughing at death of a human and tearing at musical sounds and the freedom enjoyed by other creatures.


There's just so much I would say.

Everything is just so fucking surreal right now.
Nothing is happening, I can't feel you anymore, give me my poison let me sense the life in me again. Let it come out.

So much going on, can't be controlled, I don't have the tools to let them out, they're too expensive

Set me free.....


If you deny the evil in you, you deny your true power. And that's what this blog is. I'm not gonna bring anyone down, but I will be honest and tell about everything that's behind the good citizen who is hoping to help the country in one way or another.

I actually did miss blogging, it's actually beautiful when you blog and people might pass by and read what you say but ignore it and don't realize what they miss.

Man I dunno...

I really dunno...

God dammit this feeling... have I felt it before?

Is this really how I was? man some things can really ruin someone, but I'm glad I don't remember feeling this way before, but meh... I don't quite know...

A person being himself the whole time, am I?

Being myself is everything, from the start to the end, I lie, I speak honesty, I am flawed, I am holy, I am broken, I am surviving.

Constant inconsistancy.
Inconsistant consistancy.
Free captivity.
Captive freedom.
Dead life.
Living death.


Nothing but life on the whim of the wind. I live on the edge of nothingness with the belief of safety behind me.

Just harbor the constant and vary with the constant, spin in the broken winds, let out the rage at the prison and let the rage take the form of beauty.




Indeed, though, vuvuzelas are pretty epic to use, you can't blame the audience.