This pistol's shaking in my hand.

So I got down on my knees in the darkening bedroom. I then began to meticulously comb the floors. I continued this OCD style of cleaning throughout the rest of the bedroom and then the bathroom. I scrubbed baseboards, behind furniture, window sills, doors, fans, everything. I found that the vacuum was filled with a fine collection of hair. So I cleaned it and the vacuumed my room, again. After my bedroom and bathroom were spotless, I did laundry and cleaned the kitchen and dining room. What could possibly compel me to do these things? I don't even know. The thought that my things were dirty drove me crazy.

How does it feel to treat me like you do? When you've your hands upon me?

Last night the sky glowed a brilliant white. Lightening danced horizontally across the sky to a music that shook the ground. The buildings seemed as though they were the stars of a marvelous photo shoot. Silence was followed by deafening thunder. I only wished I had someone to watch this performance with.

You taste like honey, honey Tell me can I be your honey?

Sambusak is delicious. We've decided to add some mozarella to help them maintain their original content level. I have to make more for school. Tomorrow I have to rise early and got to a park to get more species for my Wildlfe Journal. My pictures weren't good enough to use in identification. =[

You're hell on wheels in a black dress

Michael_Jetfire: I apologize but some script on your page causes my internet to shut down so I couldn't leave you a comment. I absolutely listen to Funker Vogt. Red Queen is of course the best. I have only been able to get Survivor and Revivor though. Anywho I do believe I've heard of that band you mentioned on your page (I was able to read that before it shut down).