SupremeDreamer19 Jun 2004

The other-side is said to be a reflection of the life that one has lived. In that case, this dark fellow?

Is utterly fucked. But I'm not dead, so what the hell do I know? Nothing. Thats why I'm so god-damn good. Yeah, and red wine coats my lips that hang so vain so vain as I slice up a fatal vein, between snorts of cocaine, the skies dark... maybe it'll rain.

But what do I know? Nothing.

--Here, have a seven, I'm in a good mood, fuck it all--