vinylgypsy

/begin ramble

if sanity was physical i'd smash it for forced struggle.
eyes on the prize we rivals create.
32-bit denizens with unmatched erections fire at all corners of the grey heaven.
dig the nails grit the skeleton and let it all come falling.
failure spreads the devil wings and takes flight through my universe.
shoot down the angels and usher in the ghosts.
lay down the scars and cross the crescent of the blade.
forget the present let your heart swallow the past.
i hung myself years ago.
i'm your deadman oddity.
try to understand the riddle.
cue the reaper.
grim hands conduct the concerto.
let every lover embrace trying to piece the reasons.
god's curse will ease back in the illusion.

/end ramble