Hallo und Willkommen to the Society of the Crazed...

I don't really have any big plans for this site yet, I do have a general vision but nothing concrete. It'll change as I go along I suppose, as I myself seem to change. I figure I'll just take it as it comes the same way I do life. Don't make plans and never count on anything, because it will always end in disappointment. And that my friends is my motto. Embrace it. Anyway go ahead and take a look around. Just keep in mind that this is my world and you don't have to live here...be very thankful.

Strawberry Gashes

May 14, 2011

Turn her over
A candle is lit, I see through her
Blow it out and save all her ashes for me

Curse me sold her
The poison that runs it’s course through her
Pale white skin with strawberry gashes all over all over

Watch me fault her
You’re living like a disaster
She said kill me faster
with strawberry gashes all over

Called her over
and asked her if she was improving
She said “feels fine” it’s wonderful wonderful here

Hex me told her
I dreamt of a devil that knew her
Pale white skin with strawberry gashes all over all over

Watch me fault her
You’re living like a disaster
She said kill me faster
with strawberry gashes all over

I lay quiet
waiting for her voice to say
“Some things you lose and some things you just give away”

Scold me failed her
If only I’d held on tighter to her
Pale white skin that twisted and withered away from me away from me

Watch me lose her
It’s almost like losing myself
Give her my soul
and let them take somebody else get away from me

Watch me fault her
You’re living like a disaster
She said kill me faster
with strawberry gashes all over all over me

A bad day

May 1, 2011

Eight years ago today I made the BIGGEST mistake of my miserable life…I left my home back east to come out to this warped alternate reality also known as “The Desert”. And I did it for family…obviously NOT a smart move.

But not only is this pit a horrible place to live, the very way of life out here is fucked to the max. Out here left is right, up is down and no one knows reality.

Eight years in hell and I don’t have a clue as to when it might end. Hopeless until I remember that I do actually have the power to put a stop to it…that thought saves me.

A Touch Of Home

February 27, 2011

So we got a little bit of snow here in the desert hellhole this morning. It was a very pitiful showing at best but my imagination is good enough that it gave me a small measure of comfort in my battle against homesickness. These are just some of the MANY pictures I took to document this teaser.

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-- Carolyn Heilbrun

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