Lets Vote Lets Vote Its a faded memorie, like so many others. Its almost like a dream. Disconected from reality and disjointed. Could have been from the acid trip i had that day. Or was it all the xtc and pot. Standing out the front waiting, i felt the eyes of the world staring at me, waiting for me to move. I could feel the stare drilling holes though me. Anilising , judgeing and calculating. I dare not look up, eyes down so i can hide. My movements became jurky and uncontroled. The power of the stare i feel is overwelming. I glanc
Memories Of The Hunt Its an extention of my hand , my rifle. Reaching out and Destroying anything in its parth and stealing souls of the living. Like me the shell is bursting to release. Excitment of the blast and the smell in the air, the smell of death. Watch the soul slip away. Blood gushing. Still twitching. I watch closely. Nothing, no remorse, no sadness, no guilt. Nothing. I have no soul. Like a cat, i only pause for a second, and slink off undetected though the long golden grass, focasing on my next victom. I wasnt always like this. I was once so
It was sad that he never was part in project origin. I hope that he will be in the new fear that will came out 2010