Why do people get paid to whine into microphones and call it music. . . my god, Simple Plan should be shot. . . just put a gun to the lead singer's head and keep him from whining into the bleeding mic! Or better yet, put a gun to my head. . . god, he's sooo fuckign annoying. . .

in other news, i have poetry to share with you.
even the fallen, the deadly, can assend,
and even the proud, the heroic, can fall.
As fire rises, so will the forsaken,
Burning, consuming all in her path.
As rain falls, so will the condemned,
Drowning, washing over all in her path.
a new age is dawning,
when all but the fallen,
the downcast,
will be condemned.
a new age is dawning,
when all but the chosen,
the arrisen,
will be granted amnesty.
Evil knows no face,
no beauty,
has no home,
no plain of existence.
Good knows no facelessness,
no ugliness,
has a home,
a plain of existence.
A new time is coming,
evil will know no facelessness,
no ugliness,
will have a home,
a plain of existence.
a new time is coming,
good will know no face,
no beauty,
will have no home,
no plain of existence.
and when it comes,
all hell with break lose.

i have it painted on my closet doors like that, with the addition of my feminized Satan and Gabrielle, Satan's rising, Gabrielle's falling. . . im not crazy, really im not. . .

alright, off i go

~becka