Another Bright Red Day A day. Lifted, with thief cuffs and mug. 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." | �Repitition of Hatred�Loveless Avenue�Burn Out (and) Fade Away �Plofile�Notes�Host�Archive� |