livejournals are for the conformists. i never thought it would be something i do but i have succumb to your stupid charms, you rotting piece of flesh, mother earth as the hippies call you. you are raped every day by the spineless numb and inferior people who call you home. i stay here in my cavern of darkness to escape what you call happiness. i would rather suffer a thousand lynchings than commune with the outside.
i'm not o-fuckin-kay i promise
the blood i spill will make me feel. something that is