Of all fury, a palpable immense hate; indulge in the imminent death. To wither through time, deserving elate.



The impossibility to succumb to yield, for certainly not, will I condone my current state.

I never seem to get it right, or could it just be that my expectations are well, simply too high? Life's truly been a bitch these days; weeks for that matter and I honestly thought I was having the time of my mediocre life. Pfft...Shit really happens. I can't think of anything else to have in this post, so I'm just gonna call it quits.


FUCK life if it was ever an option of choice. Or at the very least, if it was even a possibility.

Good lord, troubling it is as it seems. What of this trouble? I wish I knew myself.. Apparent affection seems to be settling in I think. A good 18 years, man I'm fucking pathetic. Still, perhaps it's just the occasional face that seems to decide to pay my love life a visit, mocking me each time. Well screw you back! If that were ever possible. Ah well, maybe I'll just stick to picturing and embracing the thought. That aside, things are looking mighty well indeed. And no, the grass isn't always greener on the other side, you just wait for your side to start bloody growing. And that's exactly what I'm harvesting right now - pretty green grass, as of course a figure of speech.

But then again, I can't help but recognize and remember the recent images I painted in my mind. It's like the typical dream of a over-influenced-television-addict. I must give hand to these film directors, these images they paint for you - the idealistic home, enviroment... Oh man, I dare say just nurturing such a thought is creating a void from inside, and yeah, I'd wish I was sucked inwards, into myself. How cool would that be! But that's besides the point of course.

I've just contracted sudden laziness, so till the next...