ok i dont know why i started this really because ive had a livejournal since like 2001? whenever i "blog", i do it there. its mostly a picture blog.

sorry!

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i'll link to your blogs there. if you link back, use mah name i guess.

erm, if you ever wanna leave a comment there, you would have to do is anonymously, unless you have a livejournal..

nothing left to mutilate

beautiful

As I walk behind her, her scent trails to me
What is it that draws me nearer, what could it be?
Once I was normal among the sheep
Now I'm immortal, in the night I creep

Searching for the one, 21, she will run, from the gleam of my blade, she has strayed
She will pay, with the only life that she now knows
Captured by the gender she loathes

Now she is tied, terrified, set aside
As I prepare she stares as I tear at the garment she hides behind
Her young flesh is so divine

One final deed, she will plead, I proceed
Satisfying my urge, I will scourge, as I surge through her hallowed feminine domain
From her young body. I can't abstain

Lifeless she now lies, now untied I defile
Carefully scoring her skin I begin from within
Removing her organs inspected
Still nothing detected

One way to achieve
The info that I need
Continuing to cleave

Gradually consumed
She was foredoomed
Body one big wound

Now I am through as I chew on the few pieces that remain
Of the brain, nothing gained, I continue my
Searching in the night for the one who fulfill my plight

Searching for the one, 21, she will run from the glean of my blade, she will pay
Nothing left to mutilate
Nothing left to mutilate

bakkked

12:30pm
1 spoon of leftover mashed potatoes

1:15pm
2 spoons of homemade tuna fish with celery pieces

3:30pm
salad: big lettuce chunks, shredded carrots, tomatoes, cucumbers, onions, olive oil, salt

5:00pm
edy's vanilla-chocolate ice cream

why do most ice cream brands give more vanilla than chocolate?

mother north

ive decided not to shave or trim my beard until i look like im gonna kill someone. my facial hair grows slow anyways. its a good length now.

you will have to excuse me, i am listening to satyricon while typing this. nothing will make sense. check the video at the bottom.

some of my friends dont get me, and thats ok, i dont get myself. i tend to lose touch with everyone for a short/long periods of time and then i awake from my tomb. i dont do it on purpose, just happens. i go through phases too much. im really normal, though (i think so). im overly nice to people, sometimes thats a bad thing. i think i need to be a dickhead once in my life..rarely will i get angry or take anything seriously. i think thats my problem. if you truely piss me off and i see you on the streets, you will get a pipe or bottle to the head... or i'll spit in your face. ive been doing that more often it seems.

i go on weird fucking diets every week. i'll go a week where i wont eat meat or dairy. just salads, water, apple juice and chocolate bars, mmmm. then a week will go by where i'll eat whatever (except junk) and take gigantic multivitamins daily. another week i'll eat really healthy, take multivitamins, drink 3 cups of diet green tea. i feel good, dont get me wrong. i dont eat junk food though. i'll be really tempted after 5 or 6 blunts to the head, but i just say no.

i am really pissed off about 20 rolls of film i lost that needed to be developed. they were take sometime in 2001-2004 with my yashica mat 124g. i wanted to wait until i developed them so i can look back and try to figure things out, oh well. i have this one roll from last week that i wanna develop because theres this one picture in particular i wanna see. its my cum all over a neck and a pair of tits.

i am in a hitchcock movie mood. time to renew my netflix.

call of the wintermoon

dana goldstein's good eye

i was drunk thursday night going home on the f train with my friends. the train car was packed with nyu students who were drunk off 1 beer. as they stepped off their stop, i wanted to go after this one person and knock them out but i just deicded to spit on all of them and blow a kiss.

i hate when im sitting by the map and someone comes to look at it. i mean, yeah look at it, but say excuse me instead of getting in my face and trying to look at it. im not moving for that reason alone. i know you want to look at it, but youre not gonna.

i think i have a really creative side, but i dont know anymore. i need to buy paint supplies and lock myself in my room, get fucked up and see what happens. i wanna do something other than taking a picture.

ive been waking up at 420 a lot lately.

im craving bacon!

arrec dumpring

bald cap w/ pontytail and a chinaman jacket

and my pumpkin,

e.r.f.a.v.c.

for those in relationships, delete your myspace photo album called "i love you" with 45 pictures of you kissing. that is some PUSSY shit.

fuck

sometimes i wonder if i'll ever get a new cat to replace rory incase he passes away. i dont know why i think about this shit because he's the best thing in the world, but i look at things and wonder what if way too much

i got him when i was 18 and he was not even 9 weeks old. he almost died when i was 19 because of a liver infection that I treated myself without taking him to a vet because i had no money for it. all he needed was tender loving and tiny tiny drops of distilled vodka to kill off bacteria. it worked, he got better in a week. 5 years later he is still the best and he comes to me to hide from everything that he doesnt like and we have hour long playtime.

he used to push my door open and get me out of bed by pulling at my shirt sleeve or bite my arm.

she was hot

cum