Ok. This week I'm going to post a song that I wrote a couple of months ago. I'm still working on the music for this one. I would love to hear any of you guys comments on this one.

I feel that I can't shake it,

your Negativity,

the bonds of hate I can't break'em,

when they take control of me,

I feel like I can't make it,

when I feel your touch againist my skin,

you're like the air I'm breathing,

can't help but..taking..you..in,



You're like a dose of Snake venom,

you're like a catchy little tune,

you're like the candy I've been craving,

Just hope I breakaway soon,

you're like a 1000ft. freefall,

you're like a pricless sunrise,

I'm falling faster by the moment,

But your sunlight..hurts..my..eyes....

Just hope I breakaway soon (x3)



I feel like tightrope walking,

on a building 10 stories,

I lose my balance and I'm falling,

my only hope is if you save me,

I can see you reach your hand out,

just in time to save the day,

but instead of coming to the rescue,

you just smile and pull..your..hand..away.



you're like a dose of snake venom,

you're like a catchy little tune,

you're like the candy I've been craving,

Just hope I breakaway soon,

you're like a 1000ft. freefall,

you're like a precious sunrise,

I'm falling faster by the moment,

but your sunlight..hurts..my..eyes,

Just hope I breakaway soon,(x3)



A siren's call is on your lips,

Sweet deception in your eyes,

you're the queen of the moment,

you're my suger, sweet demise,

Just hope I breakaway soon ...(x3
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Concrete is coming along pretty well. It going to take longer than I orginally thought to get everything organized but, it will be worth it.

I'm going to try to Update this once a week. I think one of the main problems with me updating is that I'm not a happy writer. What I mean by that is that I tend to write more when I'm depressed, or I have something wieghting down on my mind, but when my life is in a relatively peaceful state, I don't tend to write as much. I'm going to try to turn this trend around. I mean the writing thing not my life. Right now, I'm helping my Uncles with the Concrete business, but instead of mainly just doing the labro side, I'm doing for of the mangerial type duties. I'm doing payroll, job quotes, meetings, and some good old fashioned playing in the mud(concrete) thrown in on the side. I'm also cut back on clubbing for awhile, to focus on my writing. I haven't written any new song lyrics in about 6 months, and I have written any short stories in over a year. I plan on writing more in both avenues, as well as finally buying another drum set. I don't see myself trying to make a career in music, but I love writing, and I used to love playing. So, I want to start again, because If the move to Alabama happens, I've met a couple of people that I could jam with.


So in the future, you guys will probably see me, put up excerts from stories or songs I'm working on at the time. Feel free to comment and tell me what you think about them.

Well, I went all the way the Florence Alabama and back. Spent New's years there with some friends, and took a test for this job I'm trying to get at Tennessee Valley Authority. If all goes well, they shouldn't be calling me in about 3 weeks with the test results, and then I got back to Bama for an interview. Well, right now, I'm in Upstate SC doing Construction work with my Uncles. Its not where I see myself in 5 years, but It pays the bills for now.

I hope all of you have a good Christmas and New year's eve.

So I might be moving to Alabama next year. I depends on if I get this power plant job. good bye to South Carolina.

....another project under construction.

Sometimes I think that I'm the problem, the black sheep..the anomaly,
Making a lie out of the dichonmy of your otherwise unremarkable society;
I'm the whisper in the dark; a fleeting prayer the falls on deaf ear;
I embody your falsehoods revealed, the living manifisation of your fears'
I am the lightning before the rain, I mark the end of emotion stagnation,
the rain of rebirth, self-discovery...do you fear its pain.

stop trying to feed me your propagada none of that shit is real,
Its just two scoops of negativity, sorry I'll skip this meal.
try having a taste of this perpetual emotion,
I'm decided to use the sum of my expriences,and memories, and make life my quotiotion.

I have a myriad of questions and not enough time to solve them.
That a ride on this train and together we might resolve them,
Or go your own way....."Your Pain your Problem."

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I want to see the new Resident Evil........"That is all."

....another project under construction.

I try to write things down as they come to me now, or I tend to lose them and I spend fruitless hours trying to re-create the thoughts that lead my mind down the twisted rabbit hole in the first place. So you will probably see more of these piecemeal thoughts on my journal.

Friday nights all the seem the same'
Same drinks, same lines, same tired old game,
I was about to blow this scene, take a loss, call it a night,
but I was blown away, my the most increible sight;
this girl smile just blew me away,
fuck all the games, she refused to play,
Its like the world took a breath, I had perfect clarity,
This was my time, it was up to me.

It was showtime, get ready for the finish,
Only got one shot, so you better mean it,
No tricks, because she's already seen it,
She looking for truth, and she aims to get it,
so you better make your move..

Its like I can't move. Like I'm pinned down by the hand of gaea herself. I can feel the wieght all over my body. you would think that the pain would numb by body, but I feel it over every inch of my body responding as if 10 million tiny little hands with 10 million tiny little feathers are tickliing my body. Its exciting,yet terrifying. thats when I see the first one scurrying into my field of vision. An ant, in the twilght I can't make out its color, but I know instinctivly that its not alone. they are what's holding me down. they are my captors,Its like all the ants in the world had desended upon me, and all sense of excitement leaves, me. Its replaced by overwhelming terror, and then a unexplained calm.It never occurs to me to ask how I got here.I am so far beyone that now. This calm is beyond terror, its the calm that hits you when your mind relizes that it is out of options, death is immenient. Godzilla has entered the building, fuck there goes toyko again. In sick facination, I watch it slowly meander down my nose. I marvel at its beauty,its speed, its economy of motion, and idley I think is this how a gunshot victim feels before the bullet hit, does time slow down, do they have the time to appricate the wonder in that moment. Almost as if it sensed some signal that I no longer marvelled at its presence. it stop, they all stop as if they had one mind, and then it bite me, and I could feel the pained being repeated a million times over and then there was only darkness and insane wailing....... that sounded an awful lot like disturbed.

I cracked open my eyes to a room that was still shadowed in twilight, an angry pulsating glow of my alarm clock, and an even angry pounding on the door, but gloriously ant free.

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Ladies and Gents, I am now on the Wal-mart staff. So I can once again afford my candy corn addiction as well as my truck payments. besides that I'm still doing the job search, because as much as I like visiting my family this place. Is like aiming a bazooka at your social life and firing.

Cool Kid Rule #2: It doesn't matter how much of an ass you made of yourself the night before, it only matters how much of it your friends can remember.

I just started World of Warcraft. I swear it's either an invention of the devil or my chair has gained time traveling capabilities. I sat down in front of the scence and lost 3 hours. It is a sad day indeed for the cool kids. Meanwhile Jobsearch 2007 is still going on. Doing the application thing and looking for a job, that will keep me in the extravagant lower middle class lifestyle that I'm accostumed to: or enough money so that I can party like the rockstar I think I am in my mind.

Cool Kid rule #1: If a cool kid tells you something isn't cool. Its because he's already done it in his/her mind. So not only has it already been deem uncool, you have been rendered a poser by even attempting it.

I moved up my trip to virgina from friday, until today Yep, my buddy called me last night and said he wanted to go today. We plan on hanging out in VA before he gets shipped off to iraq. So it should be a pretty cool week of partying and .i'll be sure to take pictures. especially since I usually forget.

words flowing with a frenzy..
Nagging littles things; stinging like bumblebees caught up in the whirlwind,
thoughts seem to slip between my fingers like sand,
it all seems to move faster,but I can almost grab them if I reach,
but then the whirlwind moves faster,
but now I notice that I'm bleeding from a thousand papercuts,
from a thousand unfilled dreams,
pain, intense but, as sharp as surgical steel,
bringing me to my knees,
and just when I think its too much,
...just when the swarm become suffocating in its insistance
....then.....silence. golden and intense.