ErnestHemingway

And then there was you.

You're a freak.

The Soul of Seven Teeth She lost her teeth Seven to be exact A murder in a hall He escaped intact The night like shadow fell Dig, dig, dig the holes Three seperate, each with care Buried lies her soul That dirt smells of decay What is this? he says A bone, an elbow, an arm God says it's okay With a smile he goes digging deeper, ever deeper Swallowing his breath His work is for the Reaper A place of rest he's found Nicely layed, sacred ground This, her shroud... He killed her because he should What would you do if you could? Would you find that ecstasy That which you seek? Or the absolute cold The evil that creeps. Which nothing do you prefer? The one that smiles Or the one that hurts?

Good for you. At least you lived, this time. Next time, you may not be so lucky. Get off of yourself. Arrogance in this sport is the number one killer. Even over ignorance.

Yeah. Bailey's with Guiness. After a night of drinking at the University of Michigan I drank a yard of guiness, 5 TRUE car bombs, almost pissed in a BMW's sunroof, and still mad it to Java class in the morning. Go figure.

Actually, that poster/picture has been around since the 90's. People fear the unknown. That's just the way it is. Don't sweat it.

Hey dude, Fuck 'em. EVERYONE gives you shit, right? Ask yourself why. Okay? Now, let's get on with the real shit at stake, shall we? Fuck these people. Do what you need to do for you. Don't listen to anyone but yourself. Fuck the mods, fuck the women and lastly, fuck everyone else, including me. Do what you need to do. Fuck it, man. Do what makes you, you.

To poets all.

Insanity abductor Life my keeper. Street with a name Life my game. Chapel of White Darkness in Light. Ever stalking prey In white-dark or Grey. Rip, rip, rippher. Rip, rip, rippher. Yesterday it came Forever in a name. This my tomorrow Screaming her sorrow. Vile crimson stench Notes HA! HA! you wretch. Breathing my breath Living her death. Rip, rip, rippher. Rip, rip, rippher. Until we meet again, Jack the Ripper

I have to say that I disagree. Mercyful Fate IS death metal. In its purest form, if only in my opinion. Yes, King Diamond and Mercyful Fate are Danish... If I was younger, I may have known that.

Any kind of friend in any kind of trouble. Because a friend is a friend until the end.

Here, Here! Guiness it is!

The best advice is advice asked for, or someting like that. Take it slow, man. Don't try to do everything at once.

Once I keep my chagrin It keeps like a reflection In a mirror of sorts A pastis of time A rememberance of life And a reflection of death A soul of sorts And a apogee of today today Forgon

Once I keep my chagrin It keeps like a reflection In a mirror of sorts A pastis of time A rememberance of life And a reflection of death A soul of sorts And a apogee of today today Forgone.