|Vasiliy Aleksandr making his rounds in Moscow.|
Poisonnear heaven's door I found myselfPoison by theEyeoftheMind71
stripped of all my heart and health
rasping, as I felt all fade away
when like a human hurricane
an old, familiar foe had came
to flay me for things I'd done before
from her lips, sweet and gentle hate
that pulled me from my deathly state
flowed like burning oil from a well in flames
my world roared back from night to day
and through her anger I was saved
though she'd sooner want me a corpse upon the floor
with all the pain that hatred brings
it is a beautifully violent thing
that drives us more than love or curious mind
destroying tyrants, driving change
for one it leaves broken or deranged
it makes ten that drive us ever further on.
swaying masses, corrupting gods
and winning fights against all odds
I assure you, there's no better tool to find.
turns blood to black to pitch to tar
but carries one so incredibly far
it's almost worth no one missing you when gone.
the vitriol I find in this girl
towards me makes my head whirl
I find myself in a woeful s
|may cause cancer in California.|
I made a new account under the name of ~raccooninajar and I'm making this one a "time Capsule". I haven't touched this account in somewhere around four years. I'm going to preserve my innocent youth (and yes, by comparison, the shit here is innocent), and the rest will be to the new account.
anyways, you can go back to ignoring me now.
(data restricted) was born in a cross-fire hurricane. he howled and he cried in the driving rain.
he was raised by California Condors who had been misplaced to New York, and for a while was cheif editor of the rolling stones. by a while he means 8 nanoseconds, and he shared the position with Wilfred Brimley and Kurt Cobain's ashes.
at 17, he beat Dave Mustaine in a baby punching contest with his move "uppercut back to the womb."
he's been to moscow, and would like to assure us (as seen in his gallery) that there were, indeed, no bears.
he believes that the anarchy and mayhem presented in fight club perfectly fit the need for change today.
he's pretty sure you don't give a fuck about him or his dA submissions/account or his life.
he's not upset.
he's long since come to terms with that.
your mailbox was bombed merely because he was bored.
Current Residence: the ALMIGHTY state of NY....we have death apples.
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Large is fine. not that anyone cares...
Print preference: JUST BUY ONE FOR ME
Favourite genre of music: Progressive Rock/Metal, Classical, Blues, Hard Rock
Favourite photographer: John Sexton, Ansel Adams, Anne Leibovitz
Favourite style of art: furries, photography, manga-style and surrealism.
Operating System: Genetic Lifeform and Disk Operating System.
MP3 player of choice: iPod, Your Mom
Shell of choice: well, if we're talking for a howitzer, the 150mm are usually fine.
Wallpaper of choice: current band/movie of interest, game stuff, your mom.
Skin of choice: Diamondback (lol snakeskin)
Favourite cartoon character: robin hood, sonic, Jill Valentine, Your Mom
Personal Quote: I'll burn my name into this country, by word or gasoline, by song or election.