"I've got this killer up inside of me... I can't talk to my mother, (friends, women, coworkers, associates, affiliates, city council, the internets, the homeless or even your mother) so I talk to my diary."

-that Scarface song from Office Space


These are the lyrics to the aesthetic emaciation found at:
https://historyabhorsaparadox.bandcamp.com/track/violet […]


“Carry this message of confession
To the addict who still suffers,
With so much to hide
And nothing to offer.” -Himsa […]

They Call Themselves 'The Sons of Liberty'

Initiated long ago while and finally finished through listening to the Sons of Liberty album by Jon Schaffer. April fools, bitch, nobody cares. […]


“Curse my name but remember the truth. We all know he is guilty is charged, by punishment due to his crime.” Dedicated to Nick, number 1 (only) fan. […]


Nothing looks better than a vision through the convex lens of one’s own bullshit. […]

Carbon Fusion

Inspired by the music to the song Road Trippin’. Thanks to Mike for inspiring me to listen to Californication. […]

Son of the Scion of Nada then Nada

“The universe is void, just you and I; let there be light, the stars will rise and fall again. Climbing to the top an empty room is all there is… all I fear it is.” -Demons and Wizards […]

A Fiend Like the Living Dead

This is a callback to “The Poem ‘Untitled’.”
“I’m too tired and it’s too late to have this conversation.” – Michale Graves […]

To Protect and Sever

A personal indictment of police mentality, book-ended by Blind Guardian lines. Named after the cop car in a particular episode of The Itchy and Scratchy Show which will always stick with me. […]