antipunk

The screeching cries of banshee winds...the rumble of dried leaves...I hear an echo in the distance... but is it just inside my eyelids..the sounds of madness...

My eyes closed tight with my head laying upon the hard warm concrete. I can still smell the asphault despite my hacking and coughing from disease. My black leather jacket feels comforting between me and the concrete. Upon opening...
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I am just a lone wolf, hunting & searching. It doesn't matter, none of it really matters. I find that the purpose and meaning I painstakingly established day after day, shatters to the will of my own destruction. Constant change, I am never satisfied with chaos or order. They both have there times and places and both must serve. It is only through this process...
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Like the rules of any God. Live forever, love forever, trust in me and life forever will be yours!
Your words are hollow and echo eternally empty.

So blinded by greed. "I need more life, give me more! I'll believe anything!"
Whores for faith, convinced of anything. Your devotion is strongest, because you literally "hold on for dear life". You are quite literally "frightened to...
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Its come time to reject everything.
Fuck Everything.
Apathetic Destruction Of All Establishment.
This is your mantra "Infinite Re-Establishment"
This is the way of nature this is the way of life.

Human Law vs Natural Law this is the war that rages every day two worlds completely apart. Interacting every day, rules completely set apart. The world of crime and the world of order. It...
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Money is the sickest of all addictions.

An inaccurate judgment of worth & value substituted to undermined reality. Great people will do great things because they are great people. They are people who expect more from money, but the money never lives up to the hype. Its just a child's story told over and over again, exaggerated more and more, becoming that much greater in...
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The smell of my own rotting human flesh. The sweet taste of puss oozing from infections. The brilliant hue of fresh bruises. The hacking cough of blackend lungs. The consumed mind of static rage. Apathy no longer suits my passion. I am indeed destroyed and shattered, rebuilt with purest hate. I belong to a culture you know nothing and I am beautifully disgusting.

Check out the new Akon photos I put up.

Each day is a new day. I find myself obsessed with change.
I am creatively destructive and destructively creative. The maker of bad things and the bearer of great gifts. Stuck in a paradox between societal standards of right and wrong, I see change as the only right and stagnation as the only wrong.

Chaos the only good, for without change things can never become...
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I went to the Lizard Lounge last night and met Fucking Hot suicide girls.

Got some autographs, got some pictures, got an erection.

All's well that ends well.

Anime Convention, work and birthday dinner tomorrow.

I hope I get to see my new SG crush *crossing my fingers*

Don't rub yourself raw just yet, its only going to get better.

I'm a dirty one-armed nub fucking mother fucker.