Big Evil
...Real pictures to be added soon. Haha, fucking retards probably don't get it.
...Real pictures to be added soon. Haha, fucking retards probably don't get it.
"Basically, if you're to big of a bitch to say it to me,
I'm not even going to acknowledge your pitiful existence."
Hey! Oh, Mr. backstabbing son of a bitch
You're living in a world that will soon be dying
And I know, everybody knows you try to be like me
But even at your best, as a man you couldn't even be a half of me
I am realizing, that everybody's lost their simple ways
And now that is here, I see it all so clearly
I've come face to face with the enemy, oh the enemy!
You! You're another shittalking punk to me
You're living inspiration for what I never wanna be
And I see, you've been blinded by what you believe
And now back up and sit and I'll show the act you need to be
I am realizing, that everybody's lost their simple ways
And now that is here, I see it all so clearly
I've come face to face with the enemy, oh the enemy!
Come to me, come to me, the enemy, come to me, come to me
So predicting, you're the reason why
I lie
Safehold decision took too much time
To fly
Oh, check me, check me...
I am realizing, that everybody's lost their simple ways
And now that is here, I see it all so clearly
I've come face to face with the enemy, oh the enemy!
Come to me
I'm not even going to acknowledge your pitiful existence."
Hey! Oh, Mr. backstabbing son of a bitch
You're living in a world that will soon be dying
And I know, everybody knows you try to be like me
But even at your best, as a man you couldn't even be a half of me
I am realizing, that everybody's lost their simple ways
And now that is here, I see it all so clearly
I've come face to face with the enemy, oh the enemy!
You! You're another shittalking punk to me
You're living inspiration for what I never wanna be
And I see, you've been blinded by what you believe
And now back up and sit and I'll show the act you need to be
I am realizing, that everybody's lost their simple ways
And now that is here, I see it all so clearly
I've come face to face with the enemy, oh the enemy!
Come to me, come to me, the enemy, come to me, come to me
So predicting, you're the reason why
I lie
Safehold decision took too much time
To fly
Oh, check me, check me...
I am realizing, that everybody's lost their simple ways
And now that is here, I see it all so clearly
I've come face to face with the enemy, oh the enemy!
Come to me
Watch Me Break It
Underneath the stone integument,
Flourishes the pain of anamnesis.
Partitians sprawl through grey matter,
Perfecting the hostility of confinement.
Vehemence of mind prevents tresspassing,
Similiar to chrome 45's dancing madly.
Seldem entrance is admited into the hun;
For the entirety consumes mortality.
Mr. Armageddon
I'm am the outcome of dispraise,
And everything you don't stand for.
The cadaverous envy me gravely,
The breathing loath me endlessly more.
Fists rise as red as the sky
Crimson water, war gas.
Listen to the stentorian march
Of killers in the streets.
Angels fall and gather 'round,
Praying, demanding their faith
Angelic archfiends fall through.
Day has past, night is victorious.
Pestilence amongst the mortals,
Death lavishes the last innocence
Only to provoke the still standing.
I am the swan song revenant
- Patches 12:58
Crimson water, war gas.
Listen to the stentorian march
Of killers in the streets.
Angels fall and gather 'round,
Praying, demanding their faith
Angelic archfiends fall through.
Day has past, night is victorious.
Pestilence amongst the mortals,
Death lavishes the last innocence
Only to provoke the still standing.
I am the swan song revenant
- Patches 12:58
No escape from versimilitude is needed,
To perceive what is vaguely concrete,
For conception that all you are
Is a derelict waste of skin and festering flesh.
To perceive what is vaguely concrete,
For conception that all you are
Is a derelict waste of skin and festering flesh.
It's My Rose,
One Rainy Day
Flower for the dead,
While on your way.
One Rainy Day
Flower for the dead,
While on your way.
It's all in memory,
of what it said to be.
The scars are vastly deep,
In death fervor sleeps.
Psalms rest in my hand
As time trickles in sand
For us to be mislead
By a flower for the dead.
-Patches
of what it said to be.
The scars are vastly deep,
In death fervor sleeps.
Psalms rest in my hand
As time trickles in sand
For us to be mislead
By a flower for the dead.
-Patches
"Serving Others Becomes Really Important Especially To Yourself."
September 20th to December 30th
101 days of sobriety.
May 6th to Present
2 days of sobriety.
"Cleaning out the garbage."
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September 20th to December 30th
101 days of sobriety.
May 6th to Present
2 days of sobriety.
"Cleaning out the garbage."
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THE PANCAKES!
2 c. low-fat Bisquick
1/4 c. white bean flour
1/4 c. oat bran or old fashioned oats
1/4 c. flax meal
2 scoops vanilla Metabolic Drive protein powder
2 large egg whites
2/3 c. skim milk
1 c. water
Frozen blueberries placed individually
Yields about nine five-inch pancakes after pan-"frying" about 2.5 minutes per side. Try 'em![/color]
I have a brain; it's what seperates me from 99% of the world. I don't know about everyone else, but I'm sick of generic fucks. If you figure you have to cut your hair to be original, you're just a prefabricated fool that diserves to drown in your own bullshit. Don't try to pretend you're different. All that proves is that you hate yourself. Just don't choke when you swallow your pride and never wash your clothes again because that'd make you emo, not a forged punk. When I look at things, I guess I see them a whole lot differently than most people do(fuck, what a hypocrit eh. haha). Maybe, it's just that I've never had a desire to be someone else; therefore, I don't need to think what people tell me to. Hah, that's probably to complicated for most of you to grasp. My appologies if you're confused by the tiny monotonous words. On second thought, I don't want mindless people looking at my page, so just stop reading and borrow some money from your parents to pay for drugs and hair dye.
I find it far to ironic that most people figure they're distinctive and they don't resemble anyone else. Think about it mathematically for a moment. I know that may be hard for the majority of people, but hear me out. There's over 6 billion people in the world (that's 6,000,000,000 ... big number! WOW). You're trying to tell me that you're different than everyone else? Fuck, not at all. When you're born it's basically predetermined that no matter what you do you'll be walking in someone elses foot steps. Aww kids, don't cry, you still have all your friends that closely resemble you based on personality traits to try and differentiate from. Now I feel bad. Haha. I can see it now, people are trying to grasp their vague thoughts with frustration wondering, "What the fuck is this guys problem." To be fair enough, I shall explain. I've taken on the task of spreading the knowledge that the odds are 100,000,000:1 (that's one out of one hundred million) that as soon as you die, nobody will ever know you once existed. SO! Get the thought out of your head that you're important. You are the same biodegradable bullshit that makes up every organism on this planet.
I used to try and care, but you fucks take it for weakness. I don't belong amongst all you twisted mother fuckers who think that you can do no wrong: however, I'm still here because someone must take care of you stupid shits. The world needs someone to point a gun at it and change the way things are done. People cant just go out and kill one another just because someone orders you to pull a trigger at a civilian. This world we live in will indoubt be destroyed by ourselves. We'll consume all it's resources, and then consume each others lives to maintain our own. The population of mankind will dwindle like a plastic bag in the wind and our own greed will kill ourselves. Unless something drastic changes about the way humankind lives, we're on a crash course for straight up suicide. [/i][/size][/color]
"Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation"
Death is on the Midway
Gambling with souls
Roulette on the wire
Ace is in the hole
I sink beneath the feeling
Moon is in my hands
A crooked wheel of Twenty-One
I just don't understand - NO!
Laugh - Yeah - Drown and Laugh
Your life is over
If God is the dealer
why do we never win?
A bloody mix of silk and mud
that starts all over again
NO - Laugh - Yeah -
Drown and Laugh -
Your life is over!!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Clowns - they scare
The children
Roll around the
The ring - The
Animals they
Wanna kill
Anyone - Anything
Laugh - Yeah
Drown and
Laugh -
Your life is over!!
Gambling with souls
Roulette on the wire
Ace is in the hole
I sink beneath the feeling
Moon is in my hands
A crooked wheel of Twenty-One
I just don't understand - NO!
Laugh - Yeah - Drown and Laugh
Your life is over
If God is the dealer
why do we never win?
A bloody mix of silk and mud
that starts all over again
NO - Laugh - Yeah -
Drown and Laugh -
Your life is over!!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Clowns - they scare
The children
Roll around the
The ring - The
Animals they
Wanna kill
Anyone - Anything
Laugh - Yeah
Drown and
Laugh -
Your life is over!!
VA MOTHA FUCKA'S!
Yeah, that's me.