zombieshark

a copy of d.e.p.'s calculating infinity was ganked from my cd book.. burnt copies were made, they now sit next to gwen stefani's plastic disk of trash, usher sucking as always, and corporate america's bastardization of every last ounce of individuality and talent that was left in music.
nobody ever asked me for permission.

but, this was asked afterwards.

person: what's that cd with the eight on it?
me: you mean the infinity symbol?
person: oh, i thought it was an eight.

jesus fucking christ. leave the little i have left alone. you don't even enjoy it, a blurb in some fucking magazine told you that it was the next big thing. which sickens me in itself.
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at least i have q, my only.
i write murder in her honor,
spill blood from my fingers,
in her name. for her. forever.
i bleed for, i would die for.
i still must wait twenty, and four.