#toomuch?

[sensual-soul]

is that too much to ask? idk..

[sensual-soul]

took two shots of moonshine, a glass of peach marijuana drink, and smoked a blunt.

[aheartstillbeating]

[aheartstillbeating]

If we are ever talking and I say or ask something that seems a bit intrusive, I really don't mean it. I just analyze a lot and try to understand why someone feels or thinks a certain way. I like to get to know people. You can ask me anything as well. I won't be offended. 🙂

A Heart Still Beating

[darksiderscreations]

Imagine War’s version of a valentine present being the severed head of a demon.

He’s just like “I brought you a present” :)

[modernwavetrash-blog]

Messiah’s always bring ruin

Praise used to be, The saviour shouldn’t have come. Let Earth receive her revenge. Let every heart prepare its shock, And women wail and sing, And children cower in fear And children limp as death.

Woe be the world, The tyrant reigns. Let the man his tweets destroy, While missiles and gropes, Caskets, Lies and filth. Repeat the maddening faith, Repeat the stench of death, Repeat Repeat That war crimes we seed.

Golden face Golden mane Golden house Black heart and lungs. If lies were truths, Truths would be lies. To speak ill of the saviour, Impermissible, Thou becomest the enemy, The Enemy of the people, The lone fool that does not salute, Their arm extending forward palm open slightly raised and remembering Heil.

Revelation has arrived, Not on a golden steed, As I predicted. Or perhaps this is revelation twice. Yes I see it now, You must see it too. First the golden, Then the black. The gold was the deceiver, The black spears true but that’s a lie. Black and gold both lie, But gold feels good. Black feels rotten, Molden, It melts your insides, As the putrid, Thick, Warm, Oil spills down your throat.

One missile Two missile Three missile Four. Five missile Six Missile Oh lets cut to the chase, BOOM.

There go the children, The school bus, The Hospital, The families. We don’t use the instruments of terror, But by the messiah we prophet. Pharisees anew! They’ve returned! Pray for death, Surely it is less painful. Thinner than bones, Wired frames can barely be seen, Save for the white robes and red cross. You know one of them snorted coke before arguing? IT WAS FUCKING AMAZING, WHO CAN STOP REVELATION? SNIFF SNIFF SOMETHING SMELLS AMISS, OH ITS THE WEARY TRAVELLER, THE SAMARITAN COULD HELP IF HE WASN’T DEAD.

This comedown sucks, No poetic words to describe it. Gods chosen have more, Ill-gotten gains More terror as an -ism. Original inhabitants be damned, This land bleeds white and blue. You will provide the red, Sixty-nine dead and a baby too, What can you do? If you had one shot, One opportunity, Would you take it, Or spare the swaddled true messiah?

Representation of the masses is so silly. It is the idea that subtracts. Submit to your masters, Not to your tired huddled masses, Yearning to be free. We take care of them, Ignore them, Make them feel heard. Another vote Another vote Another vote Ban this Ban that What fool would believe, We would represent any but ourselves. Gimme a V Gimme a O Gimme a M Gimme a I Gimme a T. What does that spell? Congregation...

BY NOW THE TIME IS SHORT SNIFF SNIFF WE HAVE WORK TO DO. I CONTROL THIS WORK OF EDGE, -Y WILL NOT CUT IT SHARP. PRAISE BE ME, PRAISE BE MY TWEET, PRAISE BE MY WALL, PRAISE BE MY OPIUM, AND TO ALL A SAD LIFE.

[leoniealma]

[explainmylackofgrace]

The thought of losing you, in any way, is so unsettling. My chest feels like it’s being pulled towards the center of the earth.