love, music, life
Pam Beasley
It's time to Panic! because November came Early. And As the Cities Burn and we Lay Dying upon The Agony Scene, we will be Chasing Victory. August Burns Red as Signals of Misery across the sky speak of Poison in the Well. From Autumn To Ashes we will be Bleeding Through. From the First breath To the Last death, the Scarlet Roses are Red with sin. Lenore and Norma Jean morn Everytime I Die. This is Murder by Death. This is Death From Above. This is our Beloved On Broken Wings. Speak not of The Cure, for it is Brand New to our Bright Eyes. Live not for the Audition, for it lies Between the Burried and our Darkest Hour. This is the Fall of Troy once more. This is our Fear Before the fight...and I am Legend.
fight club, i heart huckabees, wet hot american summer, slackers
the office
Reading is fun!!!
The knight in my living room