Showing posts with label fags. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fags. Show all posts

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Dear Hearts

Nancy gets fucked with.
Birthday ruled.
Birthday presents ruled harder.
Florida in a few weeks.
Eat big to get big.
The feet from Hell.
Still Straight Edge.
Whole Grain Oath.








Sunday, September 12, 2010

It Is All I Have Ever Known

The Dojo/The Doom Womb are up and running.
Red Thunder is still a chump.
Loving gifts to myself and year old paintings.
22 in 4 days.
More of a deadbeat then ever.
Up The Punx.












I Haven't Anything


The Most


The Howl


Thursday, February 11, 2010

Take Me For A Walk

Working a lot.
Fuck Valentine's Day. March get here please.
Starting a new project.
More later.


We learned to sing the blues.








Ghosts.


Danzig


...Ahhhhhh

Friday, September 4, 2009

Haterz

The arrow is pointing to my name. Apparently an art student doesn't like me...


"Straight Edge Faggot"

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Failure Is Failure Does

18 pieces of pizza.



Family.







We have good looks







Hope unknown. Sometimes just waking is surreal.
I pass right through the nameless ones.
I know that hope's unknown.
Sometimes the water feels so real.
As I walk through it fills my lungs, my god, I'm drowning.
This day never seems to end.
This pain, never.
This day never seems to end.
This rage I can not let go.
I hear them calling my name.
I feel them gnawing out holes,all throughout my flawless soul.
So alone. Sometimes I swear that I can hear the taunting of the voiceless ones.
I fear that, I alonefear those who finally ceased to feel, that they're alone inside this place.
I am the misplaced.
Now every face looks familiar,
found every face would melt away until, now, everyone,
do you know, I know your deception.
-A.F.I. - Total Immortal-

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

The Dismal Tide

Apparently we look alike.



And apparently I look like a faggot in large sunglasses.



AZN



Find me a reason



To not sink in these waves.


"Sleeping" after a long day.



Summer nights



Collection #2



Your sound is flat line
Trained mundane design
Yet the makeup looks so right
So right
You're an LA factory
Hollywood fuck display
Yet the hairdo looks so right
So right
Pawns and puppets
Look great for the industry
You're vapid emission
Crawl the hills like vermin
Yet the body looks so right
So right
You're sold down the river
But you'll never deliver
Yet the stage moves look so right
So right
They will fall at your feet
Promising everything
Pawns and puppets
Look great for the industry
You're a fucking disease
Soulless and empty
Playing your part
You know what you are...You're a fucking disease.
-The Hope Conspiracy - So Many Pigs So Few Bullets-