I relly like to make things, Paintings, Photos... to capture something and make it last forever. I put up two links to two of my home made videos made in my hometown. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WI7meTL3jXM http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bTXihpYd7Q4
Whitout Name. I close my eyes, And darkness welcomes me. The firewalls dies. I vomit my anxiety. Wounds that never heal, A feeling of never being complete. In hall room whit white walls, Stands innocent children, Whit dripping wrists. Claustrophobic thoughts, That scrapes inside. Death screams in the night. The reality I exist in, Is foggy and without substance. The actors many faces, Are being erased and forgotten. The facades are falling, Humanity is exposed. Judging eyes. Agony souls. A false darkness. Sharp shadows. Rusty voices complaining sound.The messenger is captured, The hope is lost. Scattered corpse. On the inside I corrode and broke down. Became into thousand pieces, On a dirty floor. No longer have a meaning. Lightness take my soul.
Something I love and hate diffrent days diffrent music. But My music relly discribe How I feel.
Can be enjoying or not... there are som wonderfull movies but I most say much is relly shit! Hello!!! where have all godies gone?
Not much to say...
I love Stephen King!... I just get the feeling of beeing in his world.
People that do things for others. People that live ther dreams and make them come throu. People that never gives up fhiting for what they love. People that lives in hell, but still not lose there spirit and smiling faces.