yeah I'm in a fucked up mood, things are kinda....screwed up. the thing is I dont understand exacly why, I'm still working on that. eitherway I wrtote a really good poem, here is it: We’re all Jackals Cap gun soldiers walk in file, to endless graves, to endless denial, cat in mouse played through and through, hiding away from out bitter truths. how does it taste? Words spattered in your face, by the enemy within your soul, your eyes filling with omnipotent fear, a battered grunt with nothing left to feel, because I got no “feelings” and I got no soul, I am a jackal with no hole to dig and no god to sin. So kiss your even up emotions, self-indulge in thoughts provoking, ignore the dead and focus on the beautiful, fuck the innocent and screw the kids, cause war is life and were all dead.

well this is my first entry on this thing, I plan on using it mainly for my band, Muisc, or my poetry.... I'm working on my current band, with my friend Grady but i dont know if that shit is gonna work, he wants to do all this heavy metal stuff. I'm more grudge, personaly I think all that shit is just plain talentless... our band is called, " White Lotus." what I really want is a band called the Beat Necks...now that would be cool. but nah, I got stuck with that...oh well I shouldnt complain, I get my chance to sing now. I acually dont know how this thing works, like who would read it so.... peace out " raise down and save me when I hurt you, would you believe me when I tell you that you are the queen of my heart." Nirvana~ Love Buzz