christ666's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dimmu Borgir Alright, fuck my other diary. It's becoming a pain in the ass. And I'm tired of having two different memberships. SO FUCK IT. Work: Steven and I are officially the only closers in the store. We have exchanged nights to close every week and quite frankly, it's a pain in the ass. Sooner or later, I'm going to quit if I have to hear another dumb fucking customer ask me for the movie "Pirates of the Carribean" Interesting enough, I've been given tons of support from my fellow employees for my date on Monday, which didn't go as I planned, but I'll explain that later. Friends: Not so many now. I'm sure because of my absence and sheltered summer, my number of friends has decreased in size. Unfortunate, but at least I don't have to worry about Christmas gifts. Boodoom chish!!! Or something...Well, I've called a couple times at Jasmine's, but she's kind of bleeding out of the mouth, so no luck there. I've seen Steve a couple times this past week. I haven't spoken to Penny since the beginning of last month. I have signed her guestbook a couple times, but that's about it. I have actually spoken to Dusty more recently than her. Which is fine too, I love Dusty. Band: We lay down the vocals this Friday. Saturday we take pictures for the booklet, which will contain individual pics, credits, and lyrics to the songs. It actually unfolds to the shape of a cross. The Search: Continues like normal. Though now I'm concentrating on one particular individual. She seems very fun. She seems to love music. She has a great sense of humor. However, she isn't English. But, what's one off the list? I've gone on a date with her on Monday, which was unfortunate because reproduction of Earthworms was more interesting than me. However, I have asked her for another date, maybe then it will be a little easier. I guess my previous "obsession" has really began to fade. In fact, I'm at the point where if I see her again, I might have a seizure. It was analogy I mentioned to her friend last night that really got me thinking. Holy christ in heaven is it just a fucking waste of time. Song: Oh yes, the inevitable is here. Incarnated marvels simplified Effects from such a disconsolate kind Impotence of the once so perfect living Erase and rewind Stand rigid for the next battle Peace means reloading your guns The love for life is all hatred in disguise A carnival creation with masks undone In search for the guidelines to the gateways of sin through mires of misanthropy with wrath in mind Sophistication as cruelty and perfection as virulent truth Confidently dawned, to pick the best of enemies An abyss womb stretched wide open, exposed to retaliate [chorus:] With the stigma feasting upon your flesh I wish you well Thorns from the fountains of fate licking lepered skin Worshipped by anyone's mass on our planet hell What on earth possessed you Consuming illusions made from hysteria and swallowed tongues Devoured by doubt, conducting arts of misconception Testimonial sufficiency declaring numbness of all perceptions Glance into the blackness hidden beneath your surface And enjoy the suffering, sanity drained in disrespect With such bedevilled faith in good, subsequently trusting evil Next step for mankind will be the last seasons in sin Left are the kings of the carnival creation Carrying out the echoes of the fallen Sense the withering eternity as it fades away The ultimate graceless voyage of all times Only death will be guarding your angels, silently Cripples joining arms in clamour Institutionalized for the rebirth, the herd will be hunted 2:05 a.m. - 2003-08-07 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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