Mosh Therapy |
&...
Posted by noone on Wed, 13 Jun 2007 07:19:00 PST |
When The Conscious Consumes |
Salvage the tattered souls, appoint the lesser ones, Ignore your devil and so you angels {simply just free will} &
nbsp; ...
Posted by noone on Wed, 13 Jun 2007 07:16:00 PST |
The Unholy Bible |
A passage to convey the motive which rests within deception. &n
bsp; &n
bsp; &n...
Posted by noone on Thu, 25 Jan 2007 03:04:00 PST |
Bad Seed |
a song called --- Bad Seed --- I can't hear you - feel you - find truth, an abrupt ill sense undefinded in my mind.( although no one cares ) To know - the crisis - of your cause. Encased in sorrow, a...
Posted by noone on Thu, 28 Sep 2006 01:01:00 PST |
Non Compos Mentis |
(another song ) ---------> Regard yourself, of your flesh- I'm not just the one, I'm just not no one- "see me" This concept your shrive ; liveless above and so below {devine ***} __ Constan...
Posted by noone on Tue, 26 Sep 2006 09:18:00 PST |
T.Y.C. Brain Washing |
{ nothing more, only less } The aim in brain washing is as much to change attitudes, as it is to mold a disalusion of the consciousness. So, the first step is...
Posted by noone on Tue, 26 Sep 2006 10:11:00 PST |
Ingreats in my Eyes' |
The people in my philosophy will be defined for recognition to enable ones' concious for self- discovory. As being decieved by themselvels, the ingreats refer there glory unto there continous, obulivo...
Posted by noone on Tue, 26 Sep 2006 09:38:00 PST |
A Falsehood Burden Bore.. |
The night-mare entwined unto the realism, conceived by a memory entrapped within a timeless void. As though concaving pessimistic forces against my sanity, and expressing this vain excruciating pain I...
Posted by noone on Mon, 11 Sep 2006 02:40:00 PST |
Death is the Direction to Escape Your Plague |
Do you ever think that the color red is really blue, and everyone sees a diffrent color. But, nobody knows it becouse there's not a way to prove that everybody sees the color green as gre...
Posted by noone on Mon, 11 Sep 2006 12:01:00 PST |
Bad Seed |
a song called --- Bad Seed --- I can't hear you - feel you - find truth, an abrupt ill sense undefinded in my mind.( although no one cares ) To know - the crisis - of your cause. Encased in sorrow, an...
Posted by noone on Wed, 28 Jun 2006 05:08:00 PST |
