My F@kin Trip!!! |
It started as any other long as fuck trip.....I had gotten myself ready for the 28-32 hour trip(rest, money, tweek the car to readiness)....Holy fukcing shit is all I can say now that it is all over w... Posted by ¤Unholy Hand Grenade ¤ on Fri, 21 Sep 2007 01:05:00 PST |
Random thoughts |
How would you tell someone something that could damage a relationship? Simple or complex, either would leave underlying questions with the eventual breakdown in communication. Would you just not say i... Posted by ¤Unholy Hand Grenade ¤ on Mon, 23 Jul 2007 09:27:00 PST |
Just another thing i spat into this world.......... |
Atrocities spat into the lap of freedom come one come all to this capital kingdom (slithering on it's belly with head held high) Secure the world for dirty deeds and sanitize your hands in oil let ... Posted by ¤Unholy Hand Grenade ¤ on Sat, 17 Jun 2006 01:43:00 PST |
Origins of the Entrance |
During the verse, releasing horrid curse, wonders cease to be.The stench of lies begins to rise, such horrors for the eye to see.All manners of hell where succubi dwell and decadence rules the heir.Th... Posted by ¤Unholy Hand Grenade ¤ on Tue, 07 Feb 2006 09:09:00 PST |
Plastic Darling |
How can I explain my disdain when I find you've got no mind?Your eyes as shallow as your intentions,slave to someone elses ideas and hollow inventions There are hordes of drones just like you,mumblein... Posted by ¤Unholy Hand Grenade ¤ on Tue, 07 Feb 2006 09:05:00 PST |
something everyone forgets. |
"We've got this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant. You can't just accept it and leave it in the cupboard or just think it's going to get on by itself. You've got to keep watering it. You... Posted by ¤Unholy Hand Grenade ¤ on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
more crap/..,.;llki986 |
How winter dotes upon it's queen,
Just a glance reveels evils unseen.
Her stares so cold to me,
I had to question my lividity.
Insidious grin across blood stained lips,
cackles of ecstacy as fles... Posted by ¤Unholy Hand Grenade ¤ on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Dabbleing a bit, ( nothing great) |
When servants spite their god against the wrist,
then trodd off to where serphim bleed in bliss.
Danceing o'er the graves bythe light of the moon,
soft and sure like a lovers croon.
She comes du... Posted by ¤Unholy Hand Grenade ¤ on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |