FTW

Fuck The world I always say. Art chaos has always quelched my hideous soul. I spite those that grab and feed and lie at best. Unsung rhetoric of the worst sort. Nothing compares to the emptiness I feel. The world around me begs and pleads to be part of my maniacal orchestra where words like love exist not. Fuck the World I say and all it is in it's petty thievery. They lie in wait for the bait that covets the ritual of hate.

Yes the fucking painting is of my hand......

I just want Something I can never Have

So goes the melody, The soft sound of familiarity that rings in my ears. Never the one to get the prize....Such is life in the losers circle. Always falling short of glory by a nose even. Cruelty in it's purest form. Sound is my resolve, and my wittiest friend. Dark Day's again....