Well, Well LiveJournal we meet again. This time I'm switching to the cloaking device well I guess it's too late you have my name now I might as well rot your brain with my deadly rock and roll waves, A lot has changed over the years lost some friends gained new ones lost them. I grow pretty tired of the petty rivalry of people and of nations; ideas dangerous ideas in wicked containers we call hearts . I am not immune ; I am a scumbag like everyone else on this godforsaken heep you call a planet. The situation has changed livejournal what do you have for me this time I guess I'm not as naive as before. No one is anymore that's are problem we want to have some fun but were to smart to have it or too afraid. Thats what you like the nice sensation of fear to let you know your alive that rush of adrenaline the pounding heart. I guess that's why I don't have relationships I like the fear of being awkward heart pounding in fear of resembling a human being. If you got some beer and you know where I am come find me and bring a banjo.
Current Location: Garbage Bin at Save a lot
Current Mood: horny
Current Music: slowly dripping water on my head - vietnamese torturer