Should I shake my fist to the heavens and curse God?
Break pickle jars and ask for yellow stones?
I want to practice every religion, every cult.
Starry eyes, dirty linoleum floors.

Go to heck.
All your idols and voodoo dolls. All of it.
Dig your trenches--we're going to war.
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That must have been awkward to read. Random memories are piling in my head, I want to look at them in a different perspective.

As for my art trade with , I still need to figure out how to get videos on my computer--let alone finish up that song.

You guys are the first to know that I probably will soon make a youtube account and post up some of my music and covers.

My very first cover: [link]

And I'm still writing, I promise. In the meantime, please visit my very scanty blog. You're probably asking, how can she call herself a writer when she doesn't write shit? Well, I dunno.

Blog: [link]



And if you see a zombie chicken, can you tell it to come back to me?
Angela.

Suck eggs. Lots of them.