lordwarlord

I have been uber busy as of late. No time to talk or leave even the tiniest of comments. School is killing me, the guitar has me whiped. The bank is out for my blood, and I dont remember what it was like before the dead lines. It is all good, I got a pesant shirts and that will keep me going. Oh yes, Sears, oh beautiful Sears was selling pesant shirts ten bucks a pop. I was compled to by as many I could afford, which was four. An as I was trying them on I felt my powers of awesome, that were much depleted due to the presser of my over baring life, flowing back through me and guitar riffs shot out of my hands at lighting fast speed. Long live THE DESTROYER! LONG LIVE THE PESANT SHIRT! Ha, did I also note that I look damn good in them! I will take pictures to let you gase apon a god in his great attire. Although I think some of you may not be able to pull your faces away once your eyes lock apon my image. It is all at your own risk. Alas I must go to sleep so I may wake up at 5 to work out, followed by the playing the guitar, memorizing my lines, school and a shit load of other crap. Fare well oh my humble minions!