Dreaming reality, waking to fiction.

the beast we breed in the realm of sleep.

Not waking to disrupt the fiction we construct.

Society is a illusion of what we create,

In dreams only do we truly abide.

Its roots grow deeper,

masking the very illusion we developed,

The lines are blurred and all evidence covered.

reality becomes but sand in and endless hourglass,

never aligning itself to the fiction we live.

And when fiction is broken we construct more pieces

Upon it to conceal the cracks of which

reality hopes to seep through.

The beast wrestles in our slumber, and

On occasions we loose the battle.

Fiction creates names for the beast of reality we unleash, and

Brings down its chains to bind them from spreading.

The gate keepers watch guard at the construct,

Reality has no place at its palace…

its interesting how a song written by someone else can relate to a person's situation so perfectly(even the age..lol)

Bayside - Tortures of the Damned

I hate myself more than I ever let on.

I’m burned out at 22.
I lived too fast and I loved too much and I’ll die too young, but I chose this cup that I drank from.
Knew what I was getting into.
But I couldn’t let out what I had to keep in.
I’m ashamed of myself and unspeakable sins that I’ve committed and…

I’ve made mistakes but I’ll find my way.
No explanation for
the things I’ve failed at before.
They can’t hold my hand.
It just hurts to be a man.
Through the tortures of the damned.
Of the damned.

If I only had an axe I’d sever the ties I’ve made with the world.
Maybe I can be a stranger in a strange place If I start now, maybe I can be saved.
If I only had a mask
I’d cover these bleeding eyes.
They’re bloodshot now but they’ll be black by dawn.
If I wake up now I can be pure again.

I’ve made mistakes but I’ll find my way.
No explanation for the things I’ve failed at before.
They can’t hold my hand.
It just hurts to be a man.
Through the tortures of the damned.

Look at me now, I’m on the tracks with my back towards the last train leaving town (x4).

I’ve made mistakes but I’ll find my way.
No explanation for the things I’ve failed at before.
They can’t hold my hand.
It just hurts to be a man. (Through the tortures of the damned.)

I’ve made mistakes but I’ll find my way.
No explanation for the things I’ve failed at before.
They can’t hold my hand.
It just hurts to be a man. Through the tortures of the damned.
Of the Damned!!!

Thomas Briggs

Existence is futile

Existence is futile, you bleed what you sow,

in a world full of chaos, life is a show.

a never ending war, profits from disaster.

exploitation of the weak, at the mercy of greed.

Economic view point , a sickness we breed.

all that is dear is only want we need.

yet the destruction prevails,

Children butchered, mothers impaled.

Fathers slaughtered to be made a sign.

submit to our evil or die.

More money, more blood, more wealth.

Exploit the weak, spawns for the wretched rich.

Existence is futile, Faith in denial.

A corporate take over,

Ropes tied to the invisible lines.

Strung like puppets on a string,

There must be more to life.

Its time to take over,

Lets bring the light , and kill the lie.

Speak up, no more compromise,

Existence is life..

Burn the strings that bind,

Bleed the wounds that tie.

Take upon the word of light,

Existence is Hope.

A Little sister's love

She does not know that im putting this here..
this lovely little patches of my band are thanks to my beautiful little sister..
she just decided to do these for me..*speechless*
a love of a little sister..its amazing how she thinks the world of me.
everything i do is great to her..
thats more then i cld hav ever asked for..
Little miss sunshine..your a gift from god :)

Finally!!

yes..finally my exams are over..
and i've completed my LLB degree..3years over so fast..
Now its time to sit back relax read all the books that hav been piling up..haha
and of course the World Cup starts to night!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and gotta find a job as well..
Freedom ..it taste so sweet..lol

Tribute To Jesper Stromblad!!!

Its gonna be Epic..so keep your self's free..
See you thr!!!!

Just keeping it brutal with some Suicide Girl pics to keep the blood pumping..
enjoy the weekend!!!

Paul Grey R.I.P

Paul Grey( 1972 – 2010)
Slipknot Bassist aka "Pig" or #2 has died..

On May 24, 2010, The Des Moines Register reported that Gray had been found dead in a room at the Towneplace Suites hotel in Urbandale, Iowa at about 10:50 local time .He is survived by his wife Brenna who was expecting their first child at the time of his death. An initial autopsy determined that no foul play or trauma was involved, but could not establish the cause of death. The Polk County medical examiner is currently awaiting the results of a toxicology test.

The next day, May 25 2010, The Des Moines Register announced that, according to a 911 tape obtained by WOI-TV, bottles of pills and a hypodermic needle were found next to the body of Gray in his hotel room.^[5] On the same day, the band held a formal press conference in Des Moines, Iowa. They did not take any questions from the media. The band and Gray's wife paid tribute to him.

"He was kind of the person in the band that really wanted everybody in the band to always get along and just concentrate on the band. He was a really great friend and a really great person. He's going to be sadly missed, and the world is going to be a different place without him."

—Shawn Crahan

Ronny James Dio R.I.P

the Tragic News that a metal legend i dare say Metal God...
the guy who created the devils horn...
a tradition that has survived through generations of metalheads...
the guy that Black Sabbath Chose to replace Ozzy...
The Holy Diver of Metal!!!! has died of stomach Cancer...

Ronny James Dio (1942-2010) R.I.P

Wendy Dio's Wife said on Dio's official site:

"Today my heart is broken, Ronnie passed away at 7:45am 16th May. Many, many friends and family were able to say their private good-byes before he peacefully passed away. Ronnie knew how much he was loved by all. We so appreciate the love and support that you have all given us. Please give us a few days of privacy to deal with this terrible loss. Please know he loved you all and his music will live on forever."

George Grie

George Grie

One of the first digital neo-surrealist artists, Grie is known for numerous 3D, 2D, and matte painting images. Born in the USSR during the Soviet regime he did not adopt the conventional and politically correct socialist realism art style, but chose instead to follow the more controversial path of modern surrealism.





"The new form of art was born without pompous manifestations and noisy commercials. Some of us still consider digital and 3d art as something mechanical and artificial, something that in some way is out of human touch. Nothing could be more wrong. Computers don’t make art, people do. Computers are creative tools –much sophisticated ones. Once you try them, you will never give up going forward. There is only one chilling obstacle between you and your perfect design – lack of imagination." – George Grie, Biography & Digital Art Statement

Lyrics to ponder upon..hahaha

Wheeled in on a cart, lying dormant not dead
Hospital of immortality, butcher their patients bloody red
Taken to a dark room, fear of impending doom
The doctor straps you down, with an evil grin
Grabs his rusty blade, ripping through flesh and vein
He tortures his patients through evil means

You can't try to fight them, first they change your brain
beyond the realm of evil, their means are insane
Mutilated beyond belief, but still kept alive
Pathologist of death gouging out your eyes

Guts and blood, bones are broken
As they eat your pancreas
Human liver, for their diner
Or maybe soup with eyes
Cause of death, still unknown
Gnawing meat, from your bones
Bone saw binding in your skull
Brains are oozing a human stump
Needles injected, through your eyes
Puiling off flesh, skinned alive

Killing for free in blood they will trust, and they must never forsake
feeding on blood that brought them abound, and they must kill tonight
Genocide, suicide, screaming cries, in hell you will die

Lying dormant not dead
Hospital of immortality, butcher their patients bloody red
Taken to a dark room, fear of impending doom
The doctor straps you down, with an evil grin
Grabs his rusty blade, ripping through flesh and vein
He tortures his patients through evil means

'edible autopsy' by Cannibal Corspe