Still looking for a friend and a place to crash out of Southern California. I have money for small rent and food. We’ll go party if you want, or do whatever. Let’s do this.
Sands of hell, here at the end. Pray for me, everybody.
I am the Ho-Oh, and nowhere to land. The faith, is dying.
My name is dead Ash C’atchem, here in the belly.
My totem pokemon is the muk. My cherry pick was a bulbasaur.
Here, in the world. The journey, there is only one.
A venomoth flew in my eye today, I think that was good luck.
I will catch you next time, venemoth, and butterfree.
Man, life could be so beautiful, if simply so. Heal me.
A journey toward celestial, my name is dead Ash C’atchem.
The entire lower hands, my fated. My totem, […]
If the world is an ocean, then shall we become sharks.
The king of the jungle, the lion. A warrior, a sabre of light.
The magic sands at the end of hell. The chain that we must cut.
Faith, is everything, everything that is. Everything that is wrong and right.
The scale. The balance. Liberty and justice. Most of all, universal and eternal peace.
Raped, our goddess. Civilization, civilization, civilization. Our populous system on our “Mother Earth.”
I wonder so much, what is missing in the soul of others. The truth – And oh, how I am so alone. Sacred crucifix.
Assemble, the journey. Who will […]
Seeking the land, Ouroboros clan.
Planet going down, planet going down.
I am that I am, the one that I seek, am I the only.
Do you understand, in the hands of faith, Salvation.
All that I can say, is to repeat myself.
Vowed to celestial, a beast of hell.
My asphyxiating spirit, it hurts so much.
Forsaken, they call them the ‘Morlocks’.
From underground, one day, they escaped to the island of Genosha. A promised haven for the outcasts of the world, but it was a trap. There, they were captured and held prisoners as enslaved fugitives unable to reach back out to the world. It […]
So what… Keep trying, uh? The story must begin with a crew. The “bebop” genre description describes it all fully well. I don’t know exactly how it goes…. somewhere along outside the box, but not really. But anyway, as I’ve mentioned, I am here seeking the ‘Pilgrimage’, becoming my tribal name of faith. A tribal, that’s what it’s suppose to be about. Me and my own one in a million, fated. I read elsewhere how like… Wiccan is referred to as a way of life, which then made more sense to me, based, on the living myth.
Oblivious. A suffering fetus. Mother, cow, a celestial mind. […]
Trying to find a place to stay out from Southern California. Let me know if maybe we can work something out and if you need a friend. I have my own personal income and can split some rent with you. If you think you might be interested just let me know and we can try to talk some more. Just hoping for a place to hang out with a friend.
Peace.
I need to heal, and travel to the icy end of the continent.
Humble, the express; no longer want to wait.
Come on, with the golden nimbus machine, summon the story of death.
Free my dying soul, forever to celestial. I am that I am, see with your eye.
A beast of hell. Who I am, an exiled human child. Faith is a haunted ghost.
Uttermost, gutter-most, oblivious. A beast of hell, a worldly.
Seven billion and nobody. Everyone, gone. All that is so much wrong.
Escape the world. Forever lost. Until the next saga.
Oracle of faith. Save me today.
Oracle, where are you. The apex, so- so long ago.
I have done my time. Now, faith is in the hand.
Do not defect me any longer. You, touch of life.
Grand goddess. Twist the codex, today. One, for transcendence.
A war of heaven versus hell, lost, our beginning.
It makes no sense. Fish, a world without a true leader.
Oh, other woman, take us to the land.
Carrying the boulder, of the world. Heal, to become strong.
But here, but now, forever lost.
Born to protect the world, now the devil’s.
We’ve exiled your alien, do not come back to our planet.
The star […]
I need to flee SoCal.
I am the black dragon.
To heal my wound scales.
The faith, where is the wagon.
Twelve, the number is zero.
Now, in the age of oblivion.
Yet to be, another hero.
Welcome, our faith of destruction.
Fate, have you ever heard of the undead.
I live, here I am. Messiah in the dark, read my palm.
The heart of the ultimate scale, inside of me.
A turbulent chaotic beast, the rage of hell.
Peace like a saint.
Faith is my sword. My rotting flesh, sworn to be vowed.
Like Cyclops, inborn half-man and half-weapon.
My mission. My battle. My war. Forever until […]
The saga is dead. All the men for themselves.
This is what’s left when faith is dead.
Walking in white, quietly in the dark.
The spades encloses the heart.
Stooped, under goddamn degradation.
Commander of the faith, the saga is dead.
The party from death to life. I’m still down, pick up a few other.
Though, I really am vowed. Steppingstone to be simply.
Listening to trip-hop, what’s up?
Here, in oblivion. Maybe, I’ll find another chance.
I’m afraid there’s nothing more to say.
I’m not make belief, I’m a kid dying.
The holy spirit is the most beautiful.
I will go, before the solstice, if I can. I must.
The leaf is ripped in my hand. Omega-death.
Do not let me hang by the neck, any longer.
That’s the cruelest satanic shit. Fuck narcissist.
Those motherfuckers took over the world. Some fucked up breed of killers.
But now, it’s a whole other breed. My heart since the beginning, with the animals.
I need to be able to breathe, I can, if you let […]
The seven-year, solstice, apex, has reach.
In oblivion, I never made it.
Suddenly, like the cold breeze.
A pocket, down, under the fox.
Pray for me, for my evolution path.
My name, would of been “Water-Man.”
Pray for the Muk, I will disappear.
In life, journeying through the underway.
One day, not even imaginable.
Stay strong, and have fun.
Waves.
Adios.
The last Templar of the Argonians, never made it.
Perhaps, the upcoming Warhammer 40K.
To all princesses, never let my words get you down.
Oh, and princes, build the castle.
See you all later. =)
Tentacool. Tentacruel, was the giant. Sent to take out.
A leech of life, and harborer of filth and poison.
The overlords, of the Atlantis. Come, to save you from Armageddon.
We shall come back, in the next thousand years.
I am here to fight. The world. Lost. Take me to the end.
The doorway. Lord, I don’t think I can make it.
The roadway, or the flyway. Pray, for the last day.
Back to affinity. Life. Today, away from tomorrow.
Tonight, I will grow another hundred years.
Forever. And ever. Will you be the one.
The totem. You are the mystic one.
The world is a dying […]
the link missing until the end. may I enter the impenetrable.
Going, across of the world. we must prepare the house for hell.
the shaman is twoyoungmen. He is a god.
the religion of the dying faith. he has long hair, and the hands of god.
I wonder how oblivion must be so beautiful. To be.
open the seventh way. you are the god, I can see.
journeying to the cold. where has the light gone.
Clark Skyward. The solstice.
the last strain is called comatose.
I do not want to get too close to the radiation.
a falling astral sound of the heart.
I only pray to one.
Icarus. Can you ever be born again.
I am the only that dies in this world.
I won’t walk again into the shop.
God. Is not just a word.
God, is the Almighty. Turning the word into capital.
The new age. I befall, stricken. Damnation secretly lives.
In front of our eyes. Inside our hearts.
But I just want to breathe. A trio, and all that I can’t do.
My salvation. Under the ocean. Descending.
A magician, there is […]
I must sound like a fucked up crazy clown. My torment, so unnatural.
Stuck here behind my labyrinth.
The guitar sounds heavy. Never reaching the melody.
For if it ever does, here, in our circus.
Why is it that you fall. Why is it that I fall.
Lost, killing to each other.
If you can add to the song, what would you even say.
It seems that our hearts have all slipped away.
Oh, the sound of the magical lord.
Smile. Take me, will I ever go dance.
Funky. Oh, brother. Sister. Oh, sister.
This entire net of space would of been my bus.
Here, where I will create a new order. A flower.
But my half decapitated truth and deformed ego.
Inflamed, hexed. The world is indeed a cold place.
One versus the world, I always hear the sound of the chain.
Damn…
What can ever be the way, for me.
Oh, for the bounty.
Vowed, I swear it.
Take me to the land.
Take me to the land.
Take me to the land, oh.