Such is my life experience, my class mates would clammer for the rotten skulls I sketched during class. But during break I was alone, an outsider.
My best friend had a bleached strip down the centre of his head, they called him Skunk, once the entire lunch pit threw their food at him; which made me like him more.
He drew Ninjas.
And I remember the freedom painting gives, at kindergarten mixing my muddy browns, a teacher asking me what it was?; "its a chainsaw" I replied. The anguished shock on her face that comes from recognition. My chainsaw had cut a bloody path through a tree.
My twenties were a hell of mental hospitals and rehabs. My hapless painting; all I had to keep this life going, cracked joyless and pityful.
My first drugs were from the friendly family doctor, to keep my dream demons at bay. Night after night living under their torment I finally fled from the love of god. My last visitation. A giant eel, needle toothed and ugly; comes too rot my soul. Now I had become tormenter as I Slept.
Thats my life-experience, I sleep while you'll awake I'm aways alive nevertheless.
That is my life this is MySpace
Thanks for visiting.
Max Abaddon.
P:S sometimes admittedly, I can be a real prick: but I just don't care.
Flexible Paris
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Makes me want click my snake back and hiss ahh.
Dita Von Teese for Peta
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Oblivion for the sake of Free Will