Well I did it. I went to Chris's. We talked. I got drunk. Yeah. OH new Type O Negative swag. MmMmMmMm Oh the overwhelming secksiness of it all. Nothing like Peter Steele crooning in my ears about death, pain, agony, heartbreak & whatnot. He makes it sound so hot.
Yeah. I already wrote a whole bunch of shit in my "not so private private" journal. I did finish up a most nonsensical picture though. It makes no sense to me. I think I'll call it OH SWEET JESUS THIS IS WHAT IT SOUNDS LIKE IN MY HEAD! Or something to that effect. Here goes.
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ok so it's not done, done...but you get the point. I just dont feel like coloring in the rest yet. Piss awff.
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