Well, I just wrote a long blog and like what sometimes happens when I hit backspace, my browser goes back a page and erases everything I wrote. It sucks. But, Like i was saying before... Things have greatly improved in the past few weeks. All the hauntings and demonic activity has stopped and I've been sleeping much better. I've fallen asleep every night praying, I defiantly think that helps, a lot. My fibromyalsia pain has been almost nothing. Which is awesome. I have been swimming and working out a lot more often, it feels good to have strength. If I keep feeling this good, I am going to try to get a job. I've really be sad I haven't been able to work for awhile. I think I can work like 20 hours a week and still keep my disability. Which is crap money and barely covers my bills, gas and smokes. But I don't want to lose it in case I get too sick again and can't work at all. I know I should be positive but I'm a realist. Good stuff doesn't happen to me often. It's hard to accept. Well, on another note. I was talking to someone and realized that I have not drawn or written in along time. I don't seem to have the creativity and patience I used to have. My Dr. said it's some of my anti-depressants. Which doesn't make any sense to me, but something isn't the same. So I sat down and wrote a poem and drew a picture. I have to say it was very hard to do. My mind kept wandering, I hate feeling like that. Reminds me of doing coke or speed, which I haven't done in a long time. Thank God. But if all goes as planned they are below. Let me know what you think. <3





Where death lives, She lives
Where all are taught to hate,
Foaming at the mouth w/ rage
Under toxic sunsets she dines,
On the blood and flesh of innocent souls
to weak to fight, the less fortunate fall to
lay in shallow tombs, left to taste the bitterness of decay
Beneath the rusted razor wire, she sits
Breasts exposed, glistening...

Well, I just wrote a long blog and like what sometimes happens when I hit backspace, my browser goes back a page and erases everything I wrote. It sucks. But, Like i was saying before... Things have greatly improved in the past few weeks. All the hauntings and demonic activity has stopped and I've been sleeping much better. I've fallen asleep every night praying, I defiantly think that helps, a lot. My fibromyalsia pain has been almost nothing. Which is awesome. I have been swimming and working out a lot more often, it feels good to have strength. If I keep feeling this good, I am going to try to get a job. I've really be sad I haven't been able to work for awhile. I think I can work like 20 hours a week and still keep my disability. Which is crap money and barely covers my bills, gas and smokes. But I don't want to lose it in case I get too sick again and can't work at all. I know I should be positive but I'm a realist. Good stuff doesn't happen to me often. It's hard to accept. Well, on another note. I was talking to someone and realized that I have not drawn or written in along time. I don't seem to have the creativity and patience I used to have. My Dr. said it's some of my anti-depressants. Which doesn't make any sense to me, but something isn't the same. So I sat down and wrote a poem and drew a picture. I have to say it was very hard to do. My mind kept wandering, I hate feeling like that. Reminds me of doing coke or speed, which I haven't done in a long time. Thank God. But if all goes as planned they are below. Let me know what you think. <3





Where death lives, She lives
Where all are taught to hate,
Foaming at the mouth w/ rage
Under toxic sunsets she dines,
On the blood and flesh of innocent souls
to weak to fight, the less fortunate fall to
lay in shallow tombs, left to taste the bitterness of decay
Beneath the rusted razor wire, she sits
Breasts exposed, glistening w/ sweat and vomit.
Cracked blood stained lips glisten with cum
The gutter runs green w/ bile between her toes
Crystal clouds of methamphetamine
linger in tangled raven locks. Come to fuck her,
Pay to rape her, Contract disease, buy and addiction
Where she lives, Death lives }i{