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MoNSteR

About Me

I hear the call to something bigger. The communications array is down, however, and so I can not answer that call. It wears me down day after day. Seeing what is happening in this world day after day wears me down. And I don't even know the eighth of it. I want to shake the world so that the complacent and the sleepwalkers and slackers half-assing it may wake and understand that there is so much to be done to change the wrongs if we would just band together and take up arms as one.   I edited my profile with Thomas Myspace Editor V4.4 (www.strikefile.com/myspace)

My Blog

Who wrote this script?

This is your life: you wake up alone, and slog through your day hoping that today will be the day of you revelation. Of your brilliant epiphany. When the Heavens will open up and bathe you in the ligh...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Nov 2008 05:57:00 GMT

the Truth in Lies?

Lies, lies, so many lies...how many are spoken unrecognized? Beautiful lies. A lie in itself. There is no beauty to be found there. There can be a great glittering; something bright to dazzle the audi...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Sep 2008 05:28:00 GMT

sick with rage

My Anger never goes away. It just retreats deep into my bones, waiting for the opportune moment to rise back to the skin and stake its claim on my soul. It owns me completely, and exerts a totalitaria...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Sep 2008 21:23:00 GMT

move...move...move...move...MOVE

Fog filled Walker on a Saturday morn at seven-thirty. I can't see much. I am blinded by Eyes burning Bright, brighter than the sun, comin' outta my stereo and filling my inner eye. One last star, Cher...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Apr 2008 08:51:00 GMT

What?

Happiness is a drugSo where's the tambourine man Who could sell me a fix?I've been gettin by on dreams and wishesBut faith runs dry and hope simply diesLets bottle the water of the StyxAnd sell it as ...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Dec 2007 20:29:00 GMT

i had to go to the other side of the world to be inspired like this

Can't sleep. Exhausted nerves prevent it, for fear of missing an experience Precious life seems to drain the faith and hope from this carcasse that walks through an existence searching for beauty Gosp...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Dec 2007 01:00:00 GMT

why won’t it do anything?!

i HATE this pathetic existence. i do nothing. i accomplish nothing. no one really does. i heard "get a life" for a long time. what's in one? monotony and complacency. i feel like a disgusting maggott,...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Oct 2007 20:08:00 GMT

I took a trip without going nowhere

I almost did shrooms this weekend, but that fell through, so me and my buds did triple C instead. Holy shit! it was nuts. I went numb, my thermometer broke(i couldn't tell the difference between hot a...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Apr 2007 09:59:00 GMT

This needs a name

I had a vision tonight. A vision of creativity. Of expression. Of light and dark. I saw an antique theatre, repaired and refurbished. With RED velvet draperies, dark-polished wooden furniture, crystal...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 22:51:00 GMT

I have done this to myself

I want you. I want you like a starving dog wants a scrap of meat. But I am so scared of it. Of you. Terrified. I want to huddle in a corner, pulling myself into a fetal position tighter than when I wa...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Mar 2007 01:09:00 GMT