locol-crazy

Has it really been 9 years since I spent a week at a friends house (who is now no longer a friend), I got this account to chat to people on the chat board for no real reason, also a time when I met a long time deviant art friend Ysa (she's a dandy artist if you have a moment in your day), I met a girl from Britain named lomaxclub or something like that, the week ended and I returned to my regular life of school, family aggression and training. A few years later did I manage to spend more time on my account, later graduating from high school, 1 year of university (dropped out), tried to get by life working monotonous and basic jobs while train

Telescopic relays, corrosive attitudes, majorly attracted by the holes in our living rooms, corroding aspers vivid in the centipede as the sludge weighs over the body of physical atrapethy. It losses its own crow as the days and nights become ying and yang in and out. Livid intervenes is the mind of solitude in darkness diseased It's mountainous corrosion eludes as it retrieves into the fictitious neighbors burrows to the still consistent volition of space live. The reel is breaking, stressed to the core of the stratosphere beyond of the limitations the boundaries created. Spewing directionless increations creativity makes most hostility were

Facing the unsurmountable divide of life. The Facaded memories of peoples past, an illusion of what should be and what isn't, the faceless beast that breasts the mind of others, weeping it's vicatcous blows, while winded emulation of existence varies a proflication of youth, the vicarious ejaculator Illuminates the diseased mind of it's elaborate beginnings, and we cease to evolve. The greatest thing we have as humans is the fact that if we think it, it will happen, denial is stupidity.