Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted... unbidden...
it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us... passion rules us all,
and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments.
The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief.
It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion
maybe we'd know some kind of peace... but we would be hollow...
Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd be truly dead.Well I enjoy playing guitar, spending time with my family, but that is a new thing. For some reason I have realized that when everything is counted for, I have a kick ass family. They might not like everything I do, but they respect me, encourage me, and most of all love me. I talk shit about all of my family, all the time. I can do that because they are MY family. I cautch anyone else doing it, I will cut out your tongue and then stick salt in your mouth. I play the guitar, but not very well. I am the local computer geek, and I'm very proud of that! I really dont care about what people say about me, because I dont need any rumours fogging up my chi "shut the fuck up, u know what im tryin to say". Anything else you want to know im me on msn yahoo or aim. evilangelus06 or
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