sometimes i get lost in what i write, so much sometimes that i can write for hours and not notice that im still writing. my hands just move to the visions in my head and i get lost. i get lost in the swirreling torrent of blackness that is my imagination. pretty macabre usually.
the music i listen to influences the way i write usually, its all pretty dark shit. i tend to sway towards dissection when i write. the sound is just pretty dark. it makes the black blood flow.

anyway, i tend to not want to believe that death intregues me, but it does. i mean, the fact that life is so fleeting that you can be dead in less than one second. yet life is so important. the soul lives but the body dies, the time it takes to kill and the time it takes to create differ by infinite amounts of time. its just too crazy to comprehend.

here i go sounding like a murderer again.
FYI, im not a psycho killer.