Another Bright Red Day
2009-08-15, 5:20 a.m.

A day. Lifted, with thief cuffs and mug.
If only I had 50 keys.

I am rested, and hell lies over the horizon. If only every battle was as easily won as today.

The battle of kentucky fried chicken.

I am not a thief, but a treasure hunter. And I shall hold the world ransom, days like this should not be given.

They must be stolen.

The agony of sweet, solemn relief is upon me as the paling is lifted. I want the hell that approaches. Crave it.

With every bullethole, sunlight.

The horizon. The worst is nearly done.

"I'm a bastard, not a fucking bastard."
-From Dusk til Dawn

Do nothing

Repitition of HatredLoveless AvenueBurn Out (and) Fade Away