Time her enemy, They must remember they simply must! In memory lies her salvation here resurrection. Spinning the false up in her eaves she plans and schemes, plotting her return she’ll sneak into their dreams, veiled in darkness a memory of herself she shows them not the hag she has become NO for what male boy or man would want to look upon what she has really become. She slips in and plants her disease wrapped in a pretty package she weaves planting deception and misdeeds. Do my bidding kill and consume and then after I will feed off your doom. Like a phoenix I will rise and grow power mine to command your soul no longer free bring it to me! With every life you take my body will fill returning to it’s former glow. She slips in and out now it has begun Time once her enemy causing her waste now she plots no longer in haste. They bring with them into the waking world her disease sealing their fate kill she will order and kill they will attracted to false beauty and promises of love that she will never fulfill. Succubus harpy neither quite right but definitely a creature of night.
Fate. God’s Will. What is meant to be is to be. Call it what you want but I believe things happen for a reason. I believe in this more and more every day. Everything that has happened in my life has lead me to who I am now. For better or for worse depending on the day and my spiritual condition or mood. It’s all about today for me, today.
My recent unfair job loss has freed my mind up a bit. For now. I’m in a position to move on creatively and try to improve the quality of life for myself. By losing my “job” I got to thinking about what I really want to do. I’ve known it for a long time now but I want to write. I want to write and make a living off of writing stories, novels and poetry. I might get sidetracked here and there but I know deep in my heart what I want to do. What I’m good at.
Recently (but before I lost my job), I wanted to recreate myself as an artist. I’ve been toning things done a little here and there. I created a new blog page online to help promote me as a writer. I was going ot only post the less offensive writings. I’ve been holding back on my online social networking pages as well because family and people I know casually are on there. You know what? I don’t care anymore. To quote the great Popeye “I am what I am”. I did what I did.
I was worried about future employers googling my name and finding out about the xxx movies I’ve made, the serial killer songs I’ve written, recorded and performed, the sexual or offensive stories I’ve written and the “sick” drawings I’ve done. At one point I was considering deleting everything I could off of the internet. That’s impossible. I did what I did. Some things I’m proud of and some things I’m not but it all contributed to making me who I am today. It’s all part of who I am. People will see it and choose if they like it or not from there.
Anyone that knows me well knows that I am perverted, dark, and weird. They also know that I am a decent person that doesn’t revolve my life around my darkness or perversions. There is another side to me.
Today I will either create something perverted, dark, or light and funny. Whatever it is I am on a mission to constantly create no matter what anyone else thinks or says about it. Amen.