The Kill
what if i wanted to break
laugh it all off in your face
what would you do?
what if i fell to the floor
couldn't take all this anymore
what would you do?
i tried to be someone else
but nothing seemed to change
i know now, this is who i really am inside
falling from myself
falling for a chance
i know now, this is who i really am
kill
break me down
bury me, bury me
i am finished with you
look in my eyes
you're killing me, killing me
all I wanted was you
Saturday, July 29, 2006
-12:22 PM
now. big big headache. 1.6k++ and i've got 2 options on where to spend it.
first, get a new dual-core computer (which is already making me some money) or..
second, get a full dj-set. complete with 2 cdjs and a mixer (which is a potential to make money with) ... not to mention i can be a 'full fledged' dj. instead of just being named a 'laptop musician'.
fucked.
chris!! where the fuck are you? i need some price lists here!! help!
listening: blue foundation - sweep
soon it'll all end and come to a close. yes i'm talking about my army life. so close, yet so far.. and still i can't tell the difference between ten days later to now. probably the only difference is that i'll prob get more piercings, prob (and it's quite a low possibility) get a tattoo done, get a job, choose life, start choosing careers, and most likely get a car etc. all that shit. but for.. what? i wouldn't know. i guess it's because I SHOULD and it's the right thing to do. a rite of passage for most males in this country. but i'll speak of that only when i've officially ord-ed.
already started planning on our 'little celebration'. which is.. well.. not too far away i guess. i just cleared out my credits from the e-mart thingy not too long ago and now, most of the stuff in my room seem pro army 'cept my mentality.
most people think i'm pretty lucky. i get to the things i want in army, i get to hone my skills and subsequently make contacts through the various projects i do, well.. maybe i am. maybe i really am that lucky. but i hunger for more. like a thirsty wolf, i bay for MORE blood.
as days number past themselves, i grow more and more misogynistic. every single day. probably one fine day i can really say proudly (to the general female population) that "I AM THE VERY THING THAT YOUR PARENTS WARNED YOU ABOUT". although i have no bragging rights to say that i'll infect 100% of them, i dare say that at least a close 50% of them will probably die from my hand. and with each passing day, i hone my skills, i sharpen my weapon of choice. with each sunrise and sunset, the digits will grow.
"i walk amongst the sheep. i hunt with bloody thirsty eyes, shapeshifting between shadows and reality. and when i move in for the kill, there is no defeat. the only i thing i draw is blood... and satisfaction."
