End of the year, no date that I can find

will this winter ever end?
in the cold dark night
my demons live

is it such a tragedy?

what new devilry falls before the wicked?
a madness, the lonlely touch of hatred to herald
the venom of fork tounged wisdom
spoken in black
wreckless hate
is it such a tragedy?
the icon of the broken hour
are you so poisoned as to hold a fools heart?
so aimless as to cut an angels wings?

Smallville Plotholes

Halloween Episode.

Okay so I understand that Lana could have punctured Clark's skin because of the green kryptonite. However, if she inhaled enough blood to use his flippin HEAT VISION shouldn't she also have been effected and rendered temporarily powerless? Am I wrong?

It's the Jacks: The Sequel!

We have arrived at ONE tuning ladies and gentlemen. Please watch your step and exit in an orderly manner.

Double Drop B . . .

eh.

D
A
F
C
F
Bb

uh huh.

Moop rules!

I have nothing to say. At least not publicly.

Thank you
goodnight.

Falling Down

I've been very clumsy this week. I've fallen at least a dozen times at work. Today I really thought I was in trouble when I almost feel straight into a sewer drain. Grass was covering this 2'x2' area between the lawn and the back of the drain. My leg fell in and didn't hit the bottom. I was walking quickly so it sent me on my side and I skinned up my arm really nicely. I'm lucky I didn't break anything.

Writing new music is complicated. One day i'm elated with the progress we are making and the next i'm frustrated beyond belief and I question my role. Am I too scatter brained lately to be in control of my own creativity? Is that possible? Are you ever in control of it? I KNOW i'm over thinking, over analyzing seperates the body from the mind and all that. I'm always so tired when we are "jamming". Everyone just seems out of it and preoccupied. I hope that tomorrow I'll feel differently and I'm sure that I will.

making up for lost time

Suck and suck. Suckin up all you can suckin up all you can suck.Workin up under my patience like a little tick.Fat little parasite. Suck me dry.My blood is bruised and borrowed. You thieving bastards. You have turned my blood cold and bitter, beat my compassion black and blue.Hope this is what you wanted.Hope this is what you had in mind.Cuz this is what you're getting.I hope you're choking. I hope you choke on this.I hope you're choking. I hope you choke on this.Taken all I can taken all I can, we can take. Taken all you can taken you can, we can take.Got nothing left to give to you.Blood suckin parasitic little blood suckin parasitic littleblood suckin parasitic little tickTake what you want and then go.Suck me dry. Is this what you wanted?Is this what you had in mind?Is this what you wanted?Cuz this this is what you're getting.I hope, I hope, I hope you choke.

CRAP!

It seems I'll always have equipment trouble!

So the Randall head didn't work out. I don't even want to get into it right now. The Blue Voodoo is my new target.

Oh yes, it will be mine.