i havent really done much art wise or writing wise to put up, mostly i just write journals on myspace and the like and really havent had much creativity for a while, though now that i think of it i do have some things i do want to put up on here when i get the chance to find a scanner and what not. i do have a story to post up here as well, though like me, it isnt finished.
um personal life is blah, to many emotions, not enough life.
brother is fine for those of you who may be wondering, had his final mri and it was clean.
um what else, oh im in a band now. playing bass guitar, call ourselves valkyrie's wish, dont ask why.
well that is about it for now, maybe ill get some crap up here soon.







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Next time shit goes down, wear stilts!! This way you won't go down with it, and you can walk all over it afterwards.
avatar courtesy of *c3rmen
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whose blood shall flow from my lips
what death shall stain my hands
what life was there to live
what death was ever so grand
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~You're going to die anyway.. so you might as well enjoy life
~I believe in Jesus Christ, my Savior. Literally.
~92% of teens would be dead if Abecrombie & Fitch said it wasn't cool to breath. Put this in your sig if you're the 8% who'd be laughing!
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whose blood shall flow from my lips
what death shall stain my hands
what life was there to live
what death was ever so grand
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~You're going to die anyway.. so you might as well enjoy life
~I believe in Jesus Christ, my Savior. Literally.
~92% of teens would be dead if Abecrombie & Fitch said it wasn't cool to breath. Put this in your sig if you're the 8% who'd be laughing!
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And here in the night, as I feel the inferno, I sit in the dark thinking, 'What is eternal? The Man? or The Moment? The Act? or The Reason?' These thoughts fill my head as I contemplate treason of dreams I have had and dreams I have pondered.
*such a skilled hunter, lol*
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whose blood shall flow from my lips
what death shall stain my hands
what life was there to live
what death was ever so grand
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a picture's worth a thousand words, and that way nobody gets hurt...
I could write it better than you ever felt it...
My Photography MySpace. (:
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whose blood shall flow from my lips
what death shall stain my hands
what life was there to live
what death was ever so grand
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