| I like beer, hanging out, metal, and making stuff which I sometimes dare to call "art". I hate a lot of things, but namely drama, arrogance, and taking oneself seriously. |
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we're just cracks in the roadSometimes, your skin gleams silver and sometimes, I'm four years old again scribbling my name across your chest in sidewalk chalk. Since sometimes, I pretend that you're made from concrete since then we seem a little more permanent and I don't have to worry about my painted heart washing away from your surface. But sometimes, I'm blind. Since these days, I'm stuck tracing the veins that dart through your arms which remind me that you're temporary. And then they remind me of cracks in the cement and other things we can't fix. And then I remember maybe, I can't even fix you.we're just cracks in the road
Sometimes I plaster makeup on my face trying to hide that
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- Current Residence: Croatia
- Favourite genre of music: Mostly black and death metal.
- Skin of choice: Tattooed and pierced.
- Favourite game: Clive Barker's Undying, Might and Magic VIII
- Tools of the Trade: A pencil, and the remains of what used to be a brain
- MSN: yaten_crow@yahoo.com
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