Just writing to inform you all that I haven't died yet.

And what a fucking shame it is.

--Sanguine

Too fucking cute.

I watched Ring 2 yesterday. It fucking sucked!! Fucking deer?! Retarded...

And some bastards sitting in front of me were screaming at all the parts that weren't scary to make the rest of the audience scream as well. Which was all of them.

And Samara's mom looked like Michael Jackson.

-Sanguine

i don't want to answer questions

don't want to hear your socratic lessons

my muse has died away with my soul

sacrificed on the altar of a totem pole

sold off to the underworld

laying in ashes, unfurled

there it shall forever stay

ne'er touched by the light of day

expounded by the foulest

having naught but bitter rest

Christ, Amber, it's snow. Get over it.

Something is gnawing at my soul. With each bite it takes, I can feel myself slipping deeper into the abyss, into the never-ending darkness. There is no foothold with which I can pull myself up with. It just seems a precipitous spiral, with no light in the distance. Down, down, down, until, at last, I die. Only then shall I be free from the chains and fetters of the cruel, judging world.

-Sanguine

it came so quickly last week...then faded away....

and now...it's here again...with the same ferocity as before....

it's snowing! so beautiful, that crystalline blanket that purifies everything...though the lashings and coldness may be something to suffer through while it falls...in the end, it's all worth it...until they come along...and shovel it all aside, taking your beautiful soul with it...they destroy the beautiful thing...the beautiful world that has come into being....just like they always have, just like they always will...

such a travesty...

but it is beautiful for now...so long as it keeps falling...

keep falling, my sweet little angels...

falling...

i'll be waiting to catch you here...