UntitledI'm afraid if you get rid of all the pain and all my sadness, sorrowed days, and useless rage. Would there be anything left standing?Untitled by Goombaslayer
So I'm not asking for a cure, and I'm not asking for your pity, I just a couple of bucks so I can get a forty,
Drink with my friends,
and maybe tonight won't be so rough.
Roberto part II-not a serious write-Roberto part II by Goombaslayer
100 billion years have passed.
The dinosaurs are cast back into the forgotten fields of heaven.
After wiping out the dinosaurs from the planet God has been busy working on his new pets.
Rumors have popped up among the dinosaur community. Something called humans have inhabited the earth. They take the image of God and his angels.
Lost in misunderstanding, rage and jealously flow over the community of cold blooded reptilians.
Roberto, The last of the dinosaurs, The Last Dinosaur-asaurus,
Stands calm in a fury of scales and teeth.
He was hurt the most. He was left behind, witnessed the great fire ball scorch the earth and char his friends.
He was the only one who talked to god, and asked him why.
"It was your time." He had said.
Those four words, had instilled so much hate in him.
Now, His time has come.
An ancient evil has crept his way into the place where angels forget to look.
Satan himself, seeks council with The Allosaurus.
Revenge has been on the dinosaurs min
Catacombs.That SaturdayCatacombs. by BleedingProphecies
with our knees
on our ears;
from the days
of holding shells
to this place
and hearing our hearts:
the moons that
churn our scaled-down
Reading to ourselves
from composition notebooks
filled with talk
until the wines
began to pour)
and running our
thumbs over the keys
until they reached
an uncomfortable shine
(If only I had known
before the dawn
of that next day.)
Well, Its been a long time, and I think i'm a new person now, so, new bio. |
I am quite, more so than ever. I try to keep my word. but we know how that goes.
I"m selfish. Not of things but of the passing time.
I like art and I dont skate as much as I would like to.
Theres more, but, its not all that interesting.
Current Residence: Augusta GA (leaving for the mountains on March 14th)
Favourite genre of music: Psychedelic, Blues, Funk, any thing strange and crazy.
Favourite style of art: Surrel, depressive things, that capture the darkest of human emotion and internal struggle
Operating System: Windows XP
MP3 player of choice: My I pod Nano
Favourite cartoon character: Marshall Lee (Adventure Time)
Personal Quote: hopefully this works out.