my warpath is bright and bloody

-WAY TO COOL FOR SCHOOL, HELL YEAH DUDE.-

Rats are after my blood, the snakes in this city wants to strangle me and I already see the vultures flying around waiting for my decaying body. I surrender myself, I spread my arms and legs. It is every man or woman's sentence forced to play the hypocritical game of mankind. I observe, I learn and I enjoy. My sick mind and I, I cherish it.

Here I am on my uncomfortable chair waiting, waiting for a creative cramp. Art is so obvious and so ridiculous that it makes me puke, I hate art. But art is important and intrigues me, I won't deny that. I confess that originality is a myth. Everybody looks through his/her eyeballs differently.

I dance to the tunes of the hard drum and sneering guitars, dirty greasy rock'n'roll that I embrace since I wore diapers. I am made to riot, I was made to hate or to love there is no middle way. I will always thrive, I will always roar and I will always be the person who is hated by many but loved by those whom I please, and that's all that matters.

I have recently acquired the amazing talent to wiggle in my seat, and if all goes well I'll soon have a portrait of Lux Interior and Poison Ivy tattooed on my leg. I'm drooling allready, it's going to look fabulous I just feel it!

Hmm school, I would like to work around my own life, or in other words about the people around me. The heartbreaking beaten up, broken friendships. How a subculture can die, and passions are lost. The void between people, the invisible crowded voids. I'm babbling, but this might go somewhere or nowhere at all ..

The assignment is fucking hard, give me one more day. Tomorrow I'll blow you guys away. Today I'm just gonna simmer down haha .. I told you so, art is a cunt job!

-Having fun during class is very important, haha-