... intoxication ...

the amount of time put into these various projects doesn't match up to the quality

access denied

the local authorities where confused as to what happened, i offered them my sincerity but all i got back was a white rabbit

projectiles

the abyss has changed minds, no longer will location matter, but size

the mourning air has drifted and now the giving sleep of depression has settled in my so called 'sanctuary'

if god really knew you, he'd hate you too

too many mistakes, too many times

insecurity

not many people can see threw this glass box, the only thing they can observe are my habits, not my thot process... if they knew - they would know nothing

let the flesh instruct the mind

what does it mean to die when you can live until the end of the world? and what is 'the end of the world' except a phrase, because who knows even what is the world itself?