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patience is a virtue
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threw this together tonight. lyrics are from one of my old myspace blogs.
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Experimental, Odd, Death/black metal, Jazz, Classical, modern rock, country, instrumental, guitar hero stuff, its basically my musical diary, jimross/bandwhore
All sorts of madness here- This is basically my musically diary consisting of throw away stuff, and random ideas. But it serves as a reminder of different times and places I've been in my life and mind,,,
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Metal • Death/Black Metal
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Peak #98
Peak in subgenre #15
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December 27, 2012
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MP3 3.1 MB • 127 kbps • 3:21
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A reguiritated smile slapped solidly from your stupid face. A diminishing laugh finding no receptive ear. The timeless reconstruction of self-importance slowly, methodically, tearing away from itself. Judgement imposed from the judged and guilty, towards the judging and also guilty. Argumentative ignorance smuggly spewing irrelavence as a form of bracing a thinnly rooted stance; vulnerable and sinking. With ease the sh** hole that spews such horrific crap is quickly choked by a sharp forceful blow. Transfer of indignation as annoyance is replaced by elation. The kindness once taken as a weakness contorts unexpectedly, harshly, into a seething, unrelenting monster. Fate is grabbed by the throat mid-step and re-directed to the will of this ripping action. Blood pours readily while the face of idiocy slowly realizes it is no more, and the smile now on its final descent fades. Eyes guaged from the inside now bulge as the skull is caved. Swatting at flys after all... but there are SO many! The stench of sh** reeks so foul and clogs the senses. A fist for a shovel, and blood for air. Covered in maggots, womb covered in scars. Another breath, another word, another offense analy born. To think when you are blind, you can only see with your mind. A stream of mistakes from the first thoughts conception. Conjuring confidence from an empty, shallow pit of indulgence. Scabbed over with character, personality, and directionless conversation... interaction with other "people". Disgust for the living boils into the shape of frothing manaical laughter. The sight of your face crushed. The sound of your laugh silenced. The eratication of your fragile existance. How many ways can you count the meaningless reality of your being? There isn't anything that can not be deconstructed. A heroic method of self-enjoyment to cradle cheap thrills, and prolong your eviscerated smile. Sickness in this vomitous, gurgling chuckle. Noone ever hears it, and maybe its my own. Patiently waiting for someone to bash it from my throat. If you can't laugh at yourself, maybe you can find comfort in laughing at others.
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