Face down in a puddle of blood.

So, I'm going to be blogging a little more now. And writing a little more. For reasons I don't care to elaborate on, it appears that writing and blogging have become the only forms of communication I have with the greater world.

Of course, if you're still reading this, you probably know how to understand my twisted metaphors and see under the facade of not-so-fancy words. However, for those one or two people who don't quite understand, you probably do, you just don't know it yet. Throw away all preconceived notions of who you are, who I am, and just focus and let the words take you down the dark, twisted road into the abyss.

Mmmm, that was a refreshing change of pace. Now, back to your regularly scheduled update of doom and gloom.

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Promises made,
Promises broken.
Tears fall slowly
To words unspoken.

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