Saturday Oct 09, 2004

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Where death lives long...
Children taught to loath
Grow to be callous, foaming at the mouth w/ rage.
Beating there spouses, abusing there young.
Under toxic sunsets they dine on the blood and flesh of innocent souls.
The less fortunate dumped in shallow tombs, left to taste the bitterness that is death.
Beneath the rusted razor wire
Sweat, come, blood & bile...
Pour from the loins of our humanity...

z_x_silas:
i love it your writing seems to have become a lot more dark, and i think you've become a better writer(artist), not that i'm an expert at this but i've read some of your stuff and you've read some of mine so we know where we're coming from i think. anyways good job and i'm glad you're writing more i know it helps with everything in life. skull SJ
thearcanecircle:
i'm thinking you should write a book of your work, because i'v liked just about all of it..anywho here is a link to the beach i went to, sorry it took so long, i just though i had already told you where.. http://www.portangeles.org/25.html And about the bowling alley pool stuff? i know of a few places around here you could get into, but i'm not sure about over there..Actually sydni and some other sgseattle kiddies(myself included) are going bowling on the 16th. I'm sure no-one would mind if you cam also. And for your other comments? I'll try not to get lost.
No i havnt watched iron chef in a long time.
And i thrive on insanity so i think we will be ok tongue

[Edited on Oct 10, 2004 7:19AM]

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