desmodius

i have to be at work in two hours... if i shoot myself in the head. i have to go do pre work crap now. fill out little pamphlet things that i keep forgetting to fill out. yay!!!
i haven't started working on the arkanon yet. haven't had the time. i hate never having time to do the shit that i need to do. that's why getting on here is such a nice thing for me. i don't really get much time for sg love. an hour here. an hour there. just enough time to comment on my favorite peoples journals, and post my own existence away. which is usually a whole lot less interesting then anyone else's life... lol
oh well. lust and nibbles to all.
later

the quill speaks,
it burns, churns, loves and lusts,
it bleeds. it fucks. it cries, and hates forever.
it moves humanity to a writhing ecstacy,
like marionettes on absynthe.
it seethes. it destroys as much as it creates.
it cares for nothing but the worlds it conjures,
or the lives it destroys.
can you bleed enough for me,
can you be real enough for me.
or would i have to create that too.