magusreaver’s blog

now i'm down on my hands and knees
and it's so fucking hot
someone asks "what are you looking for?"
i scream "the plot, the plot!"

I have far too many great ideas, to be burdened with such a lack of inspiration.

All my creativity flows into me. Like i'm stuck to some current of divine light.. but I have

no reason to do anything with it. I suck.

I find it hard to believe that everyone I know is gone
how many nights must i spend alone?
Everyone has abandoned me
left me to my own devices
how quickly i fall into this despair
and lose myself to my late night vices

game end
at the end of the day
I would choose Lethe
a hero to none
oh god, what monster I've become

with fever fear of the mirror
you know me
I am legend,
the last man alive

I doubt you will like the new me. My teeth are exposed from now on, at least until I find a reason worth covering them, and I don't see any reasons on the horizon. It's time to finish butching up. So for now on i'm a butcher.

I'll carve my name in hearts, as opposed to being crushed by every peice of pretty little ass that has the mental faculties of remembering my name..

09 - Death is the Road to Awe

I'm on this weird David Bowie kick. It's been the only thing I've been listening too that isn't depressing as shit.
So I guess that is what I need right now. A little reprieve from my self torture. I haven't had sex in a year, and I have had shit luck with relationships. I've never been good at casual sex encounters.. but fuck.. a year. When I finaly do find someone goodly enough to part her thighs for me.. poor woman is in for a shock. It's going to be like the mentos and diet coke experiment. So yeah, I hate my hair, and I've never felt fatter. Oh, and i'm unemployed now. I might have a job bartending again at a local "club".. but I shouldn't hear from them until later this week. so sucks for me and maybe i deserve to be down in the dumps. I'm pretty pathetic.