zombieshark

we killed friday night. tonight we kill again.
apparently our brand of noisecore derived hatecore appeals to the masses.. while we were playing to our audience of 2..(yes, everyone else ditched out on us), this group of 10 to 12 bar-goers from the place next door just barged in and started rocking out.
it was insane. david nearly killed himself.. and me, and everybody else. a show to end all shows.

June 15th is our pseudo-final show.
the band will be on hiatus, as david is leaving for an indefinite period of time. meantime, i'll be putting out an album or two of our recordings, stay tuned.

i am.

i love my 1/2" lip spike.
i enjoy lack of hair.

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if my digicam doesn't get fixed soon i will hurt something.


hating this, i'd love to..
control me, tired my hands.
entice my soul,
but, don't expect a call.
said hello again,
welcome back to bed.
manipulation, it's so damn..
smile, i'm wasted.
why is that so bad?
i can't hate myself.
won't i let you? take me,
disconnected double helix, broken.
headfirst, hanging by my halo..
red pills, burn with desire..
blue pills, fuel no fire.
happiness dies, this dark night.
must be your turn again, baby.
caged inside, screaming.
your hands, they plead..
masochistic selfishness.
suffocation brings..
alcohol stained memories..
forever, i am alone..
at fault.


j.f.c.

whatever, fuck it.

no point in being pissed.