I hate hearing about people talking about bands, and not knowing what they stand for, and what they are about. If you're going to support a band to the point of telling your friends about them, you could at least know a little bit of background information.

To quote the amazing Acacia Strain,
'If you like a band just because your friends like a band, and you don't know their fucking message, cut the shit. You learn what a band is about before you back that band.'

This always makes me crack up.

Don't let your outrage for injustice end where your selfishness begins. Make an educated choice. Do the right fucking thing.

I'm still capped, it feels like a aeon since i had high speed internet.

I hate it when bands that I never thought would sell out, sell out.

N.Y. State of mind.

This is my Troll face.

They want power, we want respect

Live by, your own words, and your own dreams, never break this oath. Don't let them, tell you what to do, never how to think. Now what is it that you really want? That you're looking for? Now you know the question, and you know the answer, you get what you fucking deserve.

They want power, we want respect

Why do I persist to wear canvas slip-ons with no socks in summer.

Do we speak in tongues to taste something?  Or is it to convince ourselves that we know more than we do?
I feel my stomach turning inside out. All I know is I know nothing.  It'd be naive to think I'm not still learning

I love Strawberrys.

Somebody should have told you, it never comes easy. And somebody should have told you that,
there's no guarantees. And that you lose it all when you stop dreaming. There's no way to know if you run away.

If you would let me hold you, the nights would never be this cold. If morning has its romance, and midday has demands, if I could rest my head forever in these fragile hands. If evening has its moments..
If you can keep a secret, from me. Then I can tell you things, that you'd not believe. If I could write a letter, and sign it with your blood, and send it with the truest of intentions my love.
If breathing was this easy, intentions would be lost. To hold a conversation with a voice that cuts so soft. If breathing was this easy...

Flannys
Mosh shorts
Skinny jeans
Vans
Adidas
Hardcore
Summer
The Beach
Skating
Brut
Water
Veganism
Chillers
Straight edge
No socks
My girlfriend
High end computers
Nature
Lava lamps
Laughing
Gigs
Loyalty
Being immature
Being mature
Lurking
Merch
Comfy beds
 My teddy
Chris
Camo
Imagination
Drawing
Starwars
Tattoos
Morals
LAN
Hair
Style
Skinny people
Working
Having too much free time.
Not following the crowd.
The city
The county
Alone time
Singing
Screaming
Being sarcastic
Trucker caps
Inspiration
Music
Lyrics
Poems
Graffiti
Chaos
Band-aids
Slouch beenies
Canvas slip-ons
Discounts
Dr. Pepper
Hippies
Warhammer
/b/rothers
Herbal tea
Nice pens
Moshing
Breakdowns
Coconut
Ipods
Oranges
Fruit in general

But you don't ask for no diamond rings, no delicate string of pearls, that's why I wrote this song to sing,  My beautiful girl.

The weak are getting weaker, and the youth are dead or pacified. Your living your TV dream, while the innocent are bred to die.
I'll take a stand for those who cant. I'll scream for those who can't speak. Caged and slaughtered. A life of misery, just to line the pockets of rich companies, while we suck at the hand of media and corporations. We grow fat and sedated.We kill and destroy, our life is over consumption.
Go vegan

This Waiters outfit would look good on anyone.

I see this world for what it is, I refuse to be apart of something, that only makes me sick!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the calm musings of his cracked teeth lies an undying malice. And a serpent like tongue, slithering back and forth. There lies In Voluptate Mors.