Diary

this place I love
12/4/2001 | 0 comments

right on my doorstep

I think you would go there, too.


what art am I...
12/4/2001 | 0 comments

If I was a work of art, I would be Edvard Münch's The Scream.

I express the subconscious troubles and anxieties of the world. I hold my head and let loose the primal terror of my innermost fears, surrounded by a lurid landscape which reflects my feeble grasp on reality.

Which work of art would you be? The Art Test

errr...
11/30/2001 | 0 comments


Hailing from sunny Transylvania, your first blood-related incident was when you stabbed a servant girl in the face with a pair of scissors for underperforming.

Some of the red spray landed on your hands, and as you washed it off, you noticed that it left your skin fresh and young looking.

From then on you were convinced that the blood of young girls was the secret to eternal youth. Rather than killing girls outright by stabbing them or slitting their throats, you enjoy torturing them for weeks on end by pricking them with needles or prodding with sharp spikes - all to bathe in their blood. You've killed over six hundred women, all without raising a peep from the authorities.

action and reaction
11/28/2001 | 0 comments

for all you did for me. for all you gave to me.

bomb the world before and after

be forceful
11/26/2001 | 0 comments

Darling you know the way we move can seem fitful, we pretend ourselves to be graceful. I'm sorry you know we could learn to be forceful and pretend ourselves to be grateful.
Darling you know I don't mean to seem to wasteful, we pretend ourselves to be graceful. I'm sorry you know we should learn to be forceful, most of this is disgraceful. We pretend ourselves to be graceful. We pretend ourselves to be graceful. We pretend ourselves to be graceful.





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