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About me, I am now in my mid twenties and living with bipolar disorder. I have taken on a philosophy that can be summed up as "I can only die, I cannot be killed" and my more recent pieves are very reflective of struggling to keep myself alive through any means necessary. My influences are all musical and disparate.

I am now beginning to branch out my styles so that they arent all brooding over my past, in fact I am trying to make my focus on the life that I have not made happen yet. So i hope you enjoy and all i have to say is: never let the art die...its the only thing that can make this world beautiful sometimes.

My influences are definately all musical. I practically idolize Corey Taylor. Other than him, they are Chad Grey, Trent Reznor, and my other lyrical hero, Maynard James Keenan.



A few of my favorite things....

What a skeletal wreck of man this is.
Translucent flesh and feeble bones,
The kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic tomes.
Running rampant with free thought to free form, and the free and clear.
Where the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a
laundry mat to sift and focus on the bigger, better, now.
We all have a little sin that needs venting,
Virtues for the rending
And laws and systems and stems are ripped from the branches of office
Do you know what your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose, or purposely serve?
When in doubt inside your atavistic allure, the value of a summer spent, and a winter earned.
For the rest of us, there is always Sunday
The day of the week the reeks of rest
But all we do is catch our breath,
So we can wade naked in the bloody pool
And place our hand on the big, black book
To watch the knives zigzag between our aching fingers.
A vacation is a countdown, T-minus your life and
counting
Time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube,and hope you get a taste.
WHAT THE FUCK IS ALL THIS FOR?
WHAT THE HELL’S GOING ON? SHUT UP!
I can go on and on but lets move on, shall we?

Say, your me, and I’m you
And they all watch the things we do
And like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs
Haven’t felt like this in years...
The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse
Let me go, and plunge me into the dead spot again
That’s where you go when there’s no one else around
It’s just you, and there was never anyone to begin with, now was there?
Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards
With their thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger.
CLASSIFIED MY ASS! THAT’S A FUCKING SECRET, AND YOU KNOW IT!
Government is another way to say better…than…you.
It’s like ice but no pick
A murder charge that won’t stick,
It’s like a whole other world where you can smell the food
But you can’t touch the silverware.
Huh, what luck. Fascism you can vote for.
Humph, isn’t that sweet?
And we’re all gonna die some day
Because that’s the American way
and I’ve drunk too much
Said too little
When your gaffer taped in the middle
Say a prayer, save face, get your self together
And see what’s happening.
SHUT UP! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!
I’m sorry, I could go on and on but its time to move on so...
Remember: you’re a wreck, an accident.
Forget the freak, your just nature.
Keep the gun oiled, and the temple cleaned
Shit snort, and blaspheme
Let the heads cool, and the engine run.
Because in the end, everything we do
Is just everything we’ve done. -Corey Taylor






Life is hard, and so am I
You'd better give me something, so I don't die
Novocaine for the soul
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out

Life is white and I am black
Jesus and his lawyer are coming back
Oh my darling, will you be here
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out

Guess who's living here with the great undead
This paint-by-numbers life is fucking with my head
Once again

Life is good and I feel great
'Cause mother says I was a great mistake
Novocaine for the soul
You'd better give me something to fill the hole
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out -Mark Everett