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"We don't want to begin at the beginning. The brides of Count Dracula don't like the beginning, we have to step out of the darkness to go back there. The darkness is where we belong now, the darkness is the realm of the true voice, the Seal of Perfection and our Lord Dracula is his angel.""In the darkness our Lord shines brighter than any star in heaven. In his supreme light we are as Gods with no fear of consequence to e...

I think I finally understand now that there is something wrong with me; the ways I over analyze everything. The doctor tells me otherwise. She says all these nice things like I shouldn’t be so sad because I’m an "extremely cute boy;" things my mother can tell me. She's always laughing and telling me how lucky I am to be so cute and to have such a good personality. I can’t help but wonder if she would still tell me these t...

I got some c**e with this girl I met the other day50 dollars split to numb the pain awaylife's a whole lot easier when your body's numbyou sni**, snor (record skip)t, and swallow till you can't feel your gumsfor a few short hours the world fits right where it belongs:with no feelings and a girl on your armeverything seems more bearabletolerableI can deal with itas long as there's something or someone to veer me off topicI...

Musings

Another song on future album

I've got a twenty dollar bill rolled up that says money's best use is when it isn't being spent I roll it over and over in my brain time and time/again and againbut it's all memories as that blurred part of my life is now completeand I'm just like every other adult I told myself I never would beFuck, I hate this. I don't want this.I want my dormroom, I want my girlfriend,I want my mind fogged because all it sees when it's...

College Class: Jumbled Up Thoughts

Jumbled up thoughts found scribbled in a notebook from my Junior year in college

We drive up the east coast in an old Cadillac where, as the drivers change, I try to convey to you thoughts which are abstract, but articulated like a bike tire going flat-a silent hisssssssss till you press down and there's no firm contactand what was originally meant's no longer in tactTill the air fills up and is released againAnother state, another 'Welcome' sign; I don't feel so much a welcomed human but a machine br...