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============================= HELLO, fuckstick. it is i, kobra puke... how the fuck are ya, you jackass? welcome to my lair. it is my sanctuary, i hope you find everything you need, y a fuckin jackass. there is art, games, fun, conversation, poetry, comedy, sex, punk rock, gothicness, creativity, good vibes, shaman information, witchcraft, good musick, and fuckloads more. enjoi, asshole. talk to me...if you dare...ya jackass. ciao. ------------------------- download the anarchists cookbook HERE http://www.anarchistcookbookz.com/download.html use that shit. what the fucks wrong with you? ==================== ==========i live by anarchy. outlaw dirtbag for life. ==================== the only constant is change and to walk the reaches of the edge is a barren no mans land populated only by the twisted residents that persist to reside within its smoky and charred walls. shattered remnants of skeletal remains litter the floors and bloody handprints engulf the walls. yesterday is the day i died. today is the day i am reborn. nightfall comes and the woodwork crawls with activity. awake in the fevered dreams of a midnight fallen, the tears dropping carelessly from the moonlight into my eyes. let me tell you a tale of one life warped and mangled beyond all recognition. prepare to enter the unknown. one day, all was fun and games, all was smiles and carefree bliss. the next breath, when sunken sockets blink darkened eyes once more, holes in tha cortex pour gas on tha sparks of a fire thought extinguished. i guess im one step from being kicked outta my house, and two steps from something worse. shit was going so well for so long, now i step outside one day, and my own demons abound in all directions. im even seein shit that aint there (at least not on this plane of existance) when tha lights at night go out and tha stars refuse to shine, where am i then? horrible forms conspire to shake me from what sanity i have left. hacked off heads and arms crudely sewn together to form images that words are not and cannot be grim enough to describe. luckily tha details are obscured by nightfall. but then somewhere in tha onslaught, i drift off into a menagerie of dreamless stupor, where gruesome imagery taunts me and torments me in tha twilight strip, where my only refuge from hidden diabolical biological error would be the tapestry that waking life would provide, such disgusting oppressors of laughter and smiles stalk me still into my living nightmare. crushed hearts and shallow breaths are too dead inside to utter a scream of distress and unabridged cerebral tectonic shifts and brainstem chemical lobotomy renders me far too tired and beaten to engage vocal outburst to tattoo this godless curse of nightmare profanity upon tha collective unconscious. if i could muster up a reprise from this silent soul to protest this most cruel and foul twist of fate, i still would not. my cross carried and nearly forgotten until i dare gaze upon my image in tha mirror. it is then that i am reminded of tha fearsome trials and eerie pursuers that haunt my every footstep. i see you there, rancid shells dancing in my periphery. dont think i dont hear you mumbling gibberish and dark growls of hatred and lament. oh wretched soulless and vile ghostly enemies, i can sense you taunting me upon tha doorstep, knocking upon tha edges of my perception, drawing me closer to your twisted realm where none is sacred and death would be a kiss on tha lips from a love long lost. but i am quickly reminded that this casual dementia would allow you to find me even there. if i ran, you would hunt me down. if i hid, you would pick apart every footstep to tear my heart in pieces. why, i do not kno. how, i could not say. if i had only known that day that my simple steps outside would find me in a vision so scarred, that no coats of fresh paint could mend what ive seen. one breath, all was joy. tha next, a dry skeleton of tha dreariest residue of a conglomeration of ancient domino effect. regurgitation o f a memory scrapes clean any hopes of a sanctuary. time and time again, i stare into tha mirror in hopes that maybe this time, tha terrorforms that flake forth from tha subconscious of a braindamaged cusp of denial would only disintegrate, leaving only happiness and peace in its wake. but i kno better...do i? what if? what if the powers that be could only have mercy on my sliver of mental health that crawls cryptically forth from time to time. why must you call me back, fucking wretched ghost town? i hear it in my heartbeat: welcome, to silent hill. WELCOME TO SILENT HILL. this is not a game. this is not a movie. this is a coral dagger to tha texture of sound violence. demented, deranged, loco, lunatic, mad. is it just a dream? will i wake up? and if i do, what will await me there? i cry out a thousand times to tha skies for just a drop of mercy. i pray that it comes. . if only i had a lover, a girl. that always makes life better, even when it doesnt. to kno that even tho youre born alone, and you live alone, and will die cold and alone, there is someone to share this dream with. i would give my last for a kiss on tha lips so soft yet passionate that no horrors could ever erase what we have. i have nothing and noone. i aint bitchin. im just reporting, since we aint chatted for a while. i dont even really write no more. i want to, but it seems pointless. i just sit and stare at walls in my spare time, and keep an eye out for tha shit that crawls in tha shadows and tha corners of my mind. get at me one time. i miss ya man, and all tha rest. i wonder if ill ever be able to visit again. i wonder if ill ever see yall again. between tha known and tha unknown, there is me. between life and death, there is me. spraypaint it on tha walls for all those that come after to see, and to wonder about. to see it with tha naked eye, would be to share in tha nightmare. to feel every chilling painful heartbeat resonating thru ones chest like an earthquake from the very depths of another dimension, from a hell worth fighting for, for each snowflake builds an avalanche. remember that. and if one day, you open your eyes in tha morning to tha paint shaved off your walls, to a rusted ghost of what once was, to nightmare creatures writhing in tha echoes of your skins, think once of me. welcome, friend, to silent hill. and if you are called to this solemn, and unholy realm, shed not a tear. if tha will is to survive, then survive you will. but like tha rusted shells of wingless angels and fallen dreams, no one is there to cry for you. surrounded by many, but travelling as one, we are born, and enveloped by all, and stripped of identity, alone too it is that we are torn from this world. welcome to tha fall. welcome to the beginning of what could be an end. but even an end is tha beginning of something. and i wonder: is it a hallucination? maybe some long lost molecule of dxm leftover from a trip taken too far? or perhaps its some defect unseen by the eyes that pry. shadows of a time long past, searching the crypts of the soul for answers. worry not, for maybe its karma. perhaps its some sentence ive been charged with for some crime i didnt commit. at least not here. or now. i hide my fears in images of punk rock girls so beautiful that no pain or trauma could penetrate the safety of their ice cold stares, their ruby lips, and their black hair spiked so perfectly. their thigh high leather and fishnets, their plaid supermini skirts and their excess makeup, although divine, still can only mask the beasts that lurk behind my turned shoulder. like their makeup accentuates their beauty, this dries my eyes and lights the fuse to the dynamite. atomic detonation vaporises tha ache that fills the void in my arms. star light, star bright, first star i see tonight. i wish i may i wish i might, have a suicide girl to love for life. its kinda hard to wish upon a star when tha skies are darker and blacker than tha mascara that graces the tears that drip down tha face of my shattered dreams. i found a love note on the ground today. it was not addressed to me, but it made my heart bleed toxic love to kno that while i, the new wine, dying on tha vine, lie here in my grave dug for one, staring up at tha sky wishing to be one with it, that there are people out there living and dying for each others love. what id do for that perfect romeo and juliet style love. for tha jack and rose sonnet, even for tha sid and nancy dual solliloquy that was their drama, there is little that i would fail to do. i wonder if its just in my cards, that along with this endless parade of spectral disease and phantasmagorical phenomenon that strike me with whips and chains of their poisonous will, perhaps that as i run til my face turns blue and my breath is stolen from out of my very lungs, that it was my roll of the dice to be loveless and forgotten by those i admire most. so be it, i suppose, but as i toss and turn at night, and a cold sweat chills me to tha notched bone, one more cut to tha wrist is perforated by sweet images of me and my unknown lover. a cyanide pill's unmistakeable torment from its molecular caress is penetrated by tha warmth of her body against mine. nothing can touch us. nothing can break us when we are together. and then she disappears, leaving me naked and alone on tha forest floor, surrounded by snow and broken syringes to lay upon. and my only companions are tha hideous bloodclots that are my eternal oppressors. i am left only with tears, heartbreak, and terror, along with questions: what are these? why me? what have i done? then i hear it: a laughter so demonic, it puts tha most deranged tragedy to shame. "welcome to silent hill. population: you. welcome to your nightmare.", the guttural scrawls of some hairless monstrosity, a jigsaw of my most damned phobias stands before me. i try to wake up, and realize that i am awake. "fuck." it shuffles toward me, and i try to move. it is then that i realize that i am nailed to tha floor, thru my shoulders and thighs. i try to scream, but it appears my tongue has been torn out of my mouth. i choke on my own lifeblood as it comes ever near. i tremor with trepidation as i try my hardest to muster up some courage to face my destroyer, but fail with every try. this netherworld ordeal, this pandemonium from a place deeper than tha darkest hell, makes one last step before it stomps upon my chest. as i suffocate, i wonder if this will be the end. then, colors swarm in on me and all i can hear is its terrible, labored breathing. then, i come to on the sidewalk of a city i am not familiar with. i am lost again, in my own head. will this shit ever cease? i cringe to think that perhaps i could be crossing a street, or worse when this happened. i am always looking over my shoulder, even though i fear most what it is that i may see. my skin crawls over my bones. my stomping grounds, a place far below purgatory and heaven, far below hades. a living crucible, haunted eternal by illusions, mirage, and revenants customized by my own fate and forged in the flames of my own cursed destiny. all i can do is run another day as they foam at the mouth for another taste of my own blood. extrasensory overload crosses my mind and my booby trapped path winds and winds, seemingly to never cease. this affliction is beyond annoyance, and far past burden. the nightmare creatures step side by side with me thruout this borderline twilight zone. nearsighted, farsighted, insight, foresight cannot even save those beyond salvation. only i can save myself. i must dig and dig, with this spoon as my only tool to free myself from this living burial in apocalyptic prophecy. one day i may see tha light of day once more.but until then, i walk. until then, on wounded knee and broken heart. a warrior i must be, as i walk. chronic flashbacks to a medieval dungeon, racked up, strapped up, drawn and quartered. my phantoms merge fact with dreamscapes, truth with illusion to merge their miserable mutated and gnarled figures with my panic and suspicion. must i accept these abominations, or perhaps there is an anaesthetic to this bloodbath? cremate my remains. witness tha unspeakable. journey with me as i return once more to tha evil place of loathing and revolting apprehension, as i pry my eyes out of my sockets to replace the visegrip of recurrant plague that is my waking and sleeping reality. i paint my story on the walls of eternity for all those who travel this path to endure. i tattoo this dreary world upon the eyelids of those who view it, using blood mixed with ash, tears, and tha vomit from those scared past death so that you may smell the smells, see tha fear, and taste the smoke in the air as the world burns down around you. what you once knew is no more, what is shall be, what was shall be no more. welcome friends, to this place where shadows are the only inhabitants, shells of sins abandoned even by the demons that once committed them. venture forth into hysterical obstruction and grim terror, follow me to a place where poltergeists dare not go. drowning in floods of melted flesh, extinguished by tears of tha hated and the forgotten. alone we come, alone we travel, and alone and cold, we die. welcome, friends, to my nightmare, which stalks me even into tha homelessness of tha clearness of day. welcome, friends, as i return once again to tha unmistakeable hauntings of the carnage of life as it crawls forth into death thru this twist of misfortune. welcome to silent hill. trickling blood from tha empty eye sockets of a casual dementia to stain tha pages once white, now black with ash, i speak to thee. think not of what ive said, and not once for what i have not. drowned by our own tears, buried by our own deeds, step by step we all walk to tha grave of our own choosing. this is a map of tha steps mine feet have taken. this is only a story, but even then, all stories are born from something. a crossbred hybrid of events extracted from flesh, and to bone are taken. two mutant freaks give birth to a tale so black and dark that a moonless night and tha souls of tha damned cannot overshadow. repeat, this is for entertainment only....or is it? it can take only one glance into a particular hallway or mirror...but one taste of a forest of darkness, a demonic maze from which there is no escape...to whisper to you your destiny. have a nice day };)> ---------------------------------- ======== ====================== ====================++++++++++++++++++===================== ALL MATERIAL BY kobra puke ALL ART AND MATERIAL FOR SALE TO THE RIGHT BUYER. 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MOST OF ALL I PLAY REAL PUNK, and also in my spare time, i make art. i paint. i take pictures. i make musick... i do tattoos. really, to be honest, i do it all. fuckin dont be a dick. buy a painting. who knows, it may be worth something one day. buy one while its still cheap and im still an unknown artist. see my art folder for new shit. updated when i can find a camera. prices are listed ============================================================ = ================ ================= .. ==================================================== ---href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vczI5Mi5waG90b2J 1Y2tldC5jb20vYWxidW1zL21tMi9kZXh0cm9tb3JwaHNoYXBlc2hpZnRlci8 /YWN0aW9uPXZpZXcmY3VycmVudD1jdXRlcHVuay5qcGc=" target="_blank"> ============ if i catch you hittin a girl ill swiftly disembowel you on the spot, no hesitation. you see, girls are the most beautiful thing on earth and only a fool would put their hands on them in less than a loving way. im the overseer of the foxxxbomb empire and proudly so. to me, not even a blood red sunrise over the ocean seen on peyote is as beautiful and knock dead gorgeous as a punk rock girl. i have infinite love for them, undying as my soul is, i am theirs in every way shape an form. pure love truest and finest respekt for them is what my heart beats. my heart beats like a punk rock drumbeat. this is my life and my sole mission on earth. i serve no other purpose than to make amazing punk and spread massive amounts of love as well as master my energies as a nagual. you MAY as well be my friend. you dont wanna be my enemy. ask around. bein my amigo, its well worth it. ill do literally anything for you or to protect you if i love you. you fuck with me and ill call for my army of the unseen kind and ill bring all of hell with me to make your world crumble to the floor faster than a pornstar gets fucked. and only a pooptard makes enemies. diamanods are forever but friends last longer. for shephard i shall be, for thee my lords for thee. power hath descended forth from thy hands, and my feet shall swiftly carry out thy commands. i shall flow a river forth to thee, and teeming with soul shall it ever be.. en nomine padre, et filli y espiritu sancti, amen. harm ye none and do what ye will, blessed be.adios. ***FYI: im lookin for to put a punk band together. ive rolled with some gnarly bands in my day. im a frontman and guitarist. get at me please. ***i love new people. gimme a hug you lousy bastard! haha love you all. i am an emerald hidden in the desert sands. only the purest will find and know me. stay up my friends and do something good today. or else. the universe will set you straight. over and out crimson kamikaze mafia eternal. punk rock for life. 111 even my name means warrior. ==========put em up them fisticuffs=========== ---------------------------------------- ============= ============================= MAFIA DELLA KAMIKAZE ROSSORE ETERNO, THE DON REPRESENT CRIMSON KAMIKAZE MAFIA FOREVER, TIL DEATH AND BEYOND. 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