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Not been very receptive lately...but that will change...
08:16 Aug 22 2009
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I have been busy lately. I am in the process of moving back to school and getting some loose ends tied. Hope all is well my friends and know I'm alive and well.

See you soon,

Maell

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Kerry King and Mayhem
09:43 Aug 15 2009
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Try and top this...I dare you.

I got to meet Kerry King from Slayer, the boys in Cannibal Corpse and the boys from the Black Dahlia Murder. Try and top that. :D

Mayhem Fest was sick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Lolita
10:15 Aug 15 2009

Holy shit man, that is awesome!!!

thebatt
13:29 Aug 15 2009

very very cool and would have loved to se that show...... but.......

newlyawaken
17:21 Aug 15 2009

lol nice

A tale of two cities, being taken and dreaming of a tomorrow.
06:40 Aug 04 2009
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Late night with another sad ending.

My glass is almost empty.

The trees speak with the aid of wind.

The water runs smooth over the stones.

I can't speak a word, but I don't have to.

You look into my eyes, black from the dark thoughts on my mind.

Wishing I was dead but knowing that life is to fun to give up.

Like a woman you hate; she is a cruel mistress.

I walk down the sidewalk, kicking an invisible ball.

I wonder if this cloud over my head will ever go away.

If the rain it brings will ever stop.

I keep walking, watching the street lamps dim.

The light is going to end soon, the shadows will swallow me up.

If this were a dream, I'd have a match and a cig to keep me company.

But now, all I have is a coat to protect against the winds chill.

I see her crying.

God, why can't I hold her?

She needs me to wrap my arms around her.

Needs me to whisper I love you.

Needs to know it's going to be alright.

I lay next to her, hoping she can feel me.

I know a part of her can, but right now it's not enough.

I wish she could hold me close, fall asleep on my chest.

I wish I could run my fingers through her hair.

Run them down her back.

Hold her until all the bad dreams went away.

I lay there and wonder if I'm dead to her already.

If she dreams of me now.

Her tears dry up as she sleeps uneasy.

Her shoulders are tense.

Her hands clenched.

Her breathing ragged.

But none the less, she is beautiful.

I wish she could hear me.

See me.

Touch me.

Smell me.

Even taste me.

I wish for a lot of things.

But I don't think I'll get them.

I'm dying slowly.

A disease I've caused myself.

Hope.

Love.

I'd gladly take another dose of both.

I need it.

I want it.

And I won't live without them.

The sun will be rising soon.

Before she wakes I'll be gone.

Until then, I will see her in my dreams.

She will see me in her dreams.

I miss her already, and she's not even gone.

I leave her with a kiss on each eyelid.

A touch upon her cheek.

And a whisper of something unsaid.

Goodnight dearest.