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I have a rotten peach for a heart. I didn't believe it to be true and in ways I did. I told others and they laughed, told me it was an over active ego. That I was trying to hard. They disappeared. They always do. And some came to say that it was true and the flavor became bitter. I am not sure what I am. Maybe more confused than anything. I can never seem to chronicle it as much as I'd like to, because it doesn't seem to be linear when you are confused. Or just overwhelmed by the whole thing whatever the whole thing maybe...

So I'm interested in art, writing, cemetary angels, all music(cept boybands, country.), Cartoon Noir, Anime, japanese culture, indi films, moshing, reading poetry aloud, I'm pretty open-minded, and I have a chip on my shoulder about humanity. Or even primates.. Wolves should roam where ever they will.. I hope the end of the world is firey and explosive.. Not a quiet pop. I'm a pessimist, and maybe a closet optimist. I fight with an inner child who wears brass knuckles and insist that dragons are real. I'm a little loose in my sanity. Looking for someone to write most of the time.

*Captives*
Some came in chains Unrepentant but tired.
Too tired but to stumble.
Thinking and hating were finished
Thinking and fighting were finished
Retreating and hoping were finished.
Cures thus a long campaign,
Making death easy. - E.Hemingway

This sense of always looking at one's self through the eyes of others, of measuring one's soul by the tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt and pity." " Two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings, two warring ideals in one dark body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder."
W.E.B DuBois > Double Consciousness

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