We hold the heads of our dead.
Indeed we set them free
With our blades
Stained red.

Hail Valhalla.

SPEAKETH MY BLOOD.

Honestly, I shouldn't be so damned negative. Like that last bit, with the horses. I should feel like the silver morning light looks at eight o'clock am in the summertime. That's always nice. Coldplay helps too, their new single is nice. sounds like the old stuff but new. I guess.
The nostalgia of home only hit when I got here, now I don't want to leave but rent must be paid. I must find a job and work and enjoy Buffalo's silver mornings and watch and feel the air heat as the day goes on. Warm and wet. Less so than here, but still. This is home and that makes it slightly better.
But I guess somebody said, somewhere, though not in as many words, that one's gotta make a home where one may be as long as one is going to be there for a while.
_roshen
Bright, I tell you.

My words, they're supposed to pour from my lips and into your ears and melt your mind so I can tear you away from your friends for one goddamned second so I can talk and you can see that I'm not such a bad guy after all.
Despite the staring.
But somewhere between my eyes and my head fear is born when I look at you. The little beast rears up like a horse frightened and stomps the ground where my mouth is, I can't freakin' speak.
A little ditty of positivity, diguised.
_roshen
Bright, I tell you.

This bottle is sharp but you suck at its mouth to taste its bite. maybe itll burn through the bottom of your stomach and all your problems will pour away like a loose bowel movement cause thats how they feel. Shitty. Sucking down some burning tobacco calms you but you get so much shit from your family and your lungs, why not just burn the whole pack away and just leave it at that. No more 'bumming', no more breathing through a filter before bedtime and breakfasttime and classes and all that shit. Cause wether you admit it or not this shits gonna be there tomorrow and maybe, just maybe its a good idea to just suck it up and figure this shit out?
_little ditty of negativity.

man I'm bright.

Fucking trust is a shitty thing, in the sense that it's hard to build and hard to keep and feels like a shafting with a broomhandle when its lost, and I've never lost it until now. At least I think so.
Burns man, burns when somebody loses trust in you. And I know its all my fault and even when I had a chance to fix it I didn't cause of my ego and all that shit. man I hate this.
I wish I could listen to some music, go to sleep and wake up with all this shit behind me but that would only happen if I somehow went back in time about six months.
Cause, y'know, it was a long process, my fucking myself in the ass.
I'll leave you with that little ditty of negativity.
_roshen

I twist in my seat, the shot of tequilla in my left hand, and I squint through the smoke drifting from the cigarette held between my lips. I peer off into the darkness and notice that the bar is fairly empty. I take the cigarette in the index and middle fingers of my right hand and down the shot while balancing in my seat. It's not like I'm standing on it now, its just that with the amount of liqour in me at the moment I might as well be.
Goddamn. I must go now.

American History x.
Racism is funny. As is severe Narrow Mindedness. I all caps'd it cause its pretty much a disease in this country. You can't speak about the world if you don't know even a little bit about. Im talking to the people who live in the so-called red states and voted for Bush for what he called security issues. If you don't know where Korea is, how can you talk about foreign policies and protecting oneself from outside (foreign) forces?
It's like firing a gun blindly around a corner without checking to see who's there. You're bound to hit someone who didn't deserve it.
_roshen

Normal, maybe.
Thank GOD for Solid State with Liquid Todd...well that's only 'cause my Techno kick's been restarted with Bomfunk Mc's FreeStyler. Originally sparked by my good buddy Yura, the very-Russian Russian. aaahahaha. Well if he read this he'd launch into a comprehensive list of all the music he listens to that isn't Techno. To me it's all Techno or Electronica. If it's made on a computer then it's electronic music. It's all very confusing: DrumNBass, BreakBeat, House, Trance, Techno, etc. etc. Etsetera. That spelling is a little fishy. I'll torture some answers out of it later.
Hm...Listening to The Streets i think they're called. A british group..It's "talk-singing" I guess one'd describe it. It's good stuff. I love accents. I wanna live in England for a while just for the Accents. My brother calls it Garage British Mc, in the sense that it's kinda "originally thought up and recorded in someones garage because it's so unique". Note: has nothing to do with it's quality. eheheh...I feel strange. Like I'm trying too hard. And failing. Am I failing? Am I? hm. I'm going to cry in the closet now, clutching my Wonder Woman outfit from last halloween.
_roshen
that last one's a complete lie, don't believe this loser.
 

Tired Yes. I don't talk/type much so.....um.....1234, testing testing. i gotta run and sleep.