Blow a kiss at the methane skies, motorbabies... slowly the bomb is ticking, and our detenator is blowing us kisses back. Along with the others, of course. The Nest is still safe, but still, you never know when Mom and Dad are coming home. We are the kids from yesterday, and the only hope now. Art is the weapon, and most imporantly always, always keep running. Another update soon from your...

I'm slowly loosing hope, gotta go at it again.My attraction to danger is killing me.Ten seconds left in this emergency.Tell me you love me before I go, now you should kiss me, baby take it slow.I've really, truly gotta go, ten seconds left in this emergency.And maybe I shouldn't leave, but I gotta feel this happening.And baby you know that I gotta go, the sound of gunshots is callin me.My love of...

So I waas randomly inspired yesterday and I had to write. Fortunatley or not, my poem turned into a song. Some people like it, but I want your guys' opinions. This song is about a girl wih her lover, and her lover goes off to be with someone else after dissmissing the entire relationship. So, wronged girl goes after ex-lover's boyfriend...Hey, There, Juliet (You Should Have)Hey, there, Juliet, I...

I'm a very young girl, with so much going on. Yet, I find myself shaking as I talk about my beliefs and why, even though I am a LaVeyan Satanist, I wear a Rosary. I turned my back on God and became my own God, but still I am obsessed with Mary and learning about religion. My Rosary is one of my anxiety of my anxiety tools, and it comforts me the same way the 4x4 of Our Lady Of Sorrows in my wallet...