| Current mood: |  good |
| Current music: | the black dahlia murder // closed casket requiem |
its not natural, these children with beaks.
baby, id come over but your coffee tastes like the clap.
i've been having a good time the past few days.
didn't have to go to denver today, still had to go last night though. hope i get to hang out with someone tonight,
word.
im never coming, no im never coming back.... im home.
damn i wanna get tanked tonight.
only what... 5 more days though.
shit i have to work tomarow night.
damnit.
i'm falling in loove agaaaaaain....
i'm happy about it.
but i hope i dont fuck a bunch of shit up.
word.
this is where i belong you cant take me, im never coming back. im home.
and i will leave you with thought provoking lyrics from the black dahlia murder
dear diary, tonight will be our last
my hands are itching for razors
my angel, this knife shall carve thee wings
consumed by sickness, i ache to see your blood
the hour approaches when i shall lay a nest inside of you
sliced open i lay waste to my desires
sweet entrails are scooped onto the tile
and in my dreams i hold your head beneath the waves
after you've died, i kiss the nape of your porcelain neck
you enter me in death's perpetual embrace
skin tightens in the throes of lust
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