I ENJOY GOING TO SUPPORT LOCAL BANDS FROM KANSAS CITY AND HANGING OUT WITH MY ROWDY FRIENDS.
COME ONE, COME ALL....DISGUSTIPATEDIt was daylight when you woke up in your ditch. You looked up at your sky then. That made blue be your color. You had your knife there with you too. When you stood up there was goo all over your clothes. Your hands were sticky. You wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green. Oh Lord, why did everything always have to keep changing like this. You were already getting nervous again. Your head hurt and it rang when you stood up. Your head was almost empty. It always hurt you when you woke up like this. You crawled up out of your ditch onto your gravel road and began to walk, waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to you. You can see the car parked far down the road and you walked toward it. "If God is our Father," you thought, "then Satan must be our cousin." Why didn't anyone else understand these important things? You got to your car and tried all the doors. They were locked. It was a red car and it was new. There was an expensive leather camera case laying on the seat. Out across your field, you could see two tiny people walking by your woods. You began to walk towards them. Now red was your color and, of course, those little people out there were yours too.
Music is the blood that runs through my veins.br
Anything that can make my imagination go wild. Rob Zombie is the master. Durka Durka.. Muhamid Geehaad
Can anyone say Mind Freak?
He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it. Douglas Adams (1952 - 2001), "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy"Aloneby Edgar Allan Poe (1875)From childhood's hour I have not been As others were -- I have not seen As others saw -- I could not bring My passions from a common spring -- From the same source I have not taken My sorrow -- I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone -- And all I lov'd -- I lov'd alone -- Then -- in my childhood -- in the dawn Of a most stormy life -- was drawn From ev'ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still -- From the torrent, or the fountain -- From the red cliff of the mountain -- From the sun that 'round me roll'd In its autumn tint of gold -- From the lightning in the sky As it pass'd me flying by -- From the thunder, and the storm -- And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view --"A Great Civilization is not Conquered from Without until it has Destroyed Itself from Within.""All great things must first wear a terrifying &; monsterous mask, in order to inscribe themselves on the hearts of humanity." -- Frederick Nietzsche
TIFFANY MY ITALIAN BOOGIN BIATCH IS MY NUMBER ONE HERO.
adopt your own virtual pet!
ANYONE WHO COULD GET IN THE CAGE WITH KILLER IS ALLRIGHT IN MY BOOK.