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I am the herald of my own burning world... This is the virtual record of my personal discovery. I want you to want me, need me, cherish me, be mentally disturbed by me. Take my life into the realm of the Desmodus Sapien and shut me the fuck up. Beat me, abuse me, hate me... It's all about the freedom of reckless abandon. Comfort the disturbed, Disturb the comfortable.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Memory Lane

This is the place you end up when you lose the chase
Where you're dragged against your will from a basement on the hill
And all anybody knows is you're not like them
And they kick you in the head and send you back to bed
Isolation pulled you past a tunnel
To a bright world where you can make a place to stay
But everybody's scared of this place, they're staying away
Your little house on Memory Lane
The mayor's name is fear
His force patrols the pier
From a mountain of cliche
That advances every day
The doctor spoke a cloud
He rained out loud
You'll keep your doors and windows shut
And swear you'll never show a soul again
But isolation pushes you 'til every muscle aches
Down the only road it ever takes
But everybody's scared of this place, they're staying away
Your little house on Memory Lane
If it's your decision to be open about yourself
Be careful or else
Be careful or else
I'm comfortable apart
It's all written on my chart
And I take what's given me
Most cooperatively
I do what people say and lie in bed all day
Absolutely horrified
I hope you're satisfied
Isolation pushes past self-hatred, guilt, and shame
To a place where suffering is just a game
But everybody's scared of this place, they're staying away
Your little house on Memory Lane
Your little house on Memory Lane
Posted by Pandemonium_of_the_bete_noire at 7:23 PM

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I believe that the power of the word is more powerful than any bomb, sword or being; and I use this language to document my life, in the hopes of returning to these times and not only remember them, but become reenveloped by what I felt at the time that I wrote them, thus creating a better understanding of how I work, how those around me work, and how history repeats itself. I want to share my wisdom with people, and my ignorance, my love, my pain, my boredom... If you're not interested then keep searching for whatever it was you were looking for. I like to create beauty through a range of various mediums; art, music and writing are my main forms. I love movies and documentaries, and have recently discovered my love for reading is almost as strong as the love I have for writing. I also love the realm of drugs, and psychedelics are probably my favourite... You should give some to your yuppy parents.
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