Sunday Jan 02, 2005

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Hey fuckers, just ripping out on my guitar, thinking of lyrics but that is the hard part. Drinking red wine and thinking about pale skin, biting and demonic dreams. So fucking, I think I'm going to dwell on otherworlds and light and Death, yeah, cause I'm a fucker that way. So fucking, anyway, be cool, take care and worship the old gods of a time when things were far more simple............L8er shits of a dying time........Aj
abyssia:
pale skin, biting and demonic dreams sound like the start of some lyrics to me... even the wine. i'd love to read your lyrics sometime.

i worship no god. i do worship the "godness" in all. that's what the old ones were about actually.... so i guess i get to them in a round about way.

i like your farewell, "l8er shits of a dying time." we won't be victims of this age. we are eternal.

and yes, i'm still very sick so if what i've said makes less sense than usual - you know why. maybe. sometimes i make more sense when my rational mind is clouded. heh. ever notice that?

pain lives on the riverside for those who don't jump in the water.

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