My audio subs finnaly got put on the portal...everyone...come listen...sorry about the roughness...his wife was rushing us.

Love is loveless and so is the matter of fact mind, its blasphemy and hypocrisy rolled into a blanket filled with shame. Somewhere along the lines of clear thinking comes the fuzziness of reality and city lights strewn across an ocean so taken in by itself that it cannot expand to face the coming fires in a mind alone. Scars remind of rotten flesh within your self, but its the memory of you two in bed that explains the true presence of self. Art is true passion to create with out a partner. But art wont get up in the morning and breath softly in your ear like you wish she would.

How long have I been here. Standing beside my self in a room alone. I reach out and touch the wall to know that its real. A terrible wall stained yellow with the years of cigerette addiction. I look at the clock and I swear I see the minute hand move faster then the second. The wallpaper peels showing the movement of time which dosent exsist in this place im in. Out the only window, nothing but white, to blind the limbs running faster and faster like a heart on speed. Blood soaked sheets tell a tale of horrible demise and the wind blowing them keeps subtle time to the rythmn of my fingertips. Death is not the way to escape for there is no door and even if there was I doubt I could find the doorknob because nothing is that easy. There is no showdow in this place so there is nowhere to rest my shell of a carcass that lost its soul millina ago. My eyes went milky white long ago so the echo is the only way to keep myself from falling over all the dead bodies Ive hidden here. I pound my fists against these walls to try and break through whatever trouble that put me here but these walls must be steel inforced because all the time I've been running here there hasnt been even the slightest crack of darkness. Nothing depends on something black and tainted and where to find these mystical things is harder then running up a mountain that has nothing but ice and death upon it. So I'll just sit on this bloodsoaked bed and wait for someone or something or anything to break up this monotinus circle so that I can see the darkness and feel the coldness of something terrible.

She took away everything
Now I'll follow anything
I tried to find what's underneath
But that night when I went to sleep
I dreamed a school bus drowning
Children screaming all around me
The Antichrist came to save them
After devouring all the village men

All I want is the simple truth
But I'll take a lie if you want me too
This tile has become a slave
To the grout underneath

Dog ears and open splices
Define teen love and sloppy kisses
Humming birds and crows wont court
Who would want to see an ugly eyesore
That's what I think about you and him
Disasters atom bombs and Armageddon
That's what happens to people like you
While I wave from safety not too soon

All I want is the simple truth
But I'll take a lie if you want me too
This tile has become a slave
To the grout underneath
All I want
If you want me too
I've become a slave
To people like you
To people like you
I've been running
my whole life
From people like you

Ahh what is so wonderful other then the freedom of self. Unless of course your torn before a council of destruction and light. But what happens to a tile in frame of the tapestry in time. Blindness becomes forgiveness and blah de blah, but what I'm asking is it terrible to think of yourself as free. To say I'm not tied down to the weight of anything that matters and take the back pack of originality off and see it hit the floor with such force that it explodes in a shower of rainbows. Ohhh in the end nothing gets better the world will show you that, like a B 12 bomber model, its all well and fun untill someone tears it down and reveals everything you held deep. Death is not the end of obstruction but a product of it. Shadows tell time and light burns a retina of a wilderbeast so that it cant see you in the way. INSANITY INSUES!!!! And once agian your in the bus depot wondering what it would be like to take off that suit and go get wasted, if that is the right word at least. Throw some blood on the wall and remember that color shows a functioned brain but ohhh im so unlikely to tell you that mine is still grey. Run away from what you thought you knew, live a life you did preseave it. Take away the love within to peel away every pretty face and be baptized in fire. Again death is not the end of obstruction but a product of it. But what then is life? INSANITY!!?

I am so alone...Is this how its suppose to feel, the silence. Wait something scratches at the door from a mile and moving away. Do i dare take a step towards it, or do I walk backwards to hold it closer. The scratching is louder now...I don't know how long I can hold on. Was everything a dream of a psychopath deranged mad beast humping the haunches of innocent night stands? Or was something else calling in the darkness, something more lacking then either of us could have understood or comprehended in all of our days. Light peaks into the boarded up window and the scratching gets oh so much more fervent. I try not to listen, I try to black out but when everything is said and done and I still don't know who I am or what I'm supposed to be I find that the darkness has revealed its scratcher. Its demeaning superficial obnoxious scratcher that tore at the very fabric of my being. And I am shocked to find out that that sorry disgrace for an organism who kept me up all night with its blasphemy..........was in fact me.

INT.House

We see HENRY come in the front door and into the bathroom.We see him wash his face and start to head back to the living room. As he opens the door he stops in the doorway as we go into the living room.

KYLE and SAM are sitting beside each other on the couch staring at a computer screen.

SAM

Oh my God dude. Your going through her email again.

KYLE

Of course man, its the only way to know what she really thinks

SAM

She wouldn't cheat on him. Shes a good girl

KYLE

Yeah that's what we always think and then they turn out to be fucking whores

GREG slams open the door to the room. He looks very disheveled. He throws his coat down on a chair where it is clearly visible.

GREG

I can't take it anymore. I need some advice. I know somethings going on but I don't know if it really is. What do I do?

KYLE

Dump the bitch dude. You know shes fucking cheating on you. A person doesn't usually send xs and ohs to another guy when shes seriously involved with someone else.

SAM

Don't listen to him. Of course she loves you. Think about all the good times.

KYLE

Dude your dumb shes a total fucking bitch.

GREG reaches into the pocket of his jacket and messes with something that KYLE and SAM don't know about

GREG

Shes the world to me. But then again she makes me fucking sick sometimes. But I don't think I could live without her and from where I'm standing I don't think I'll have her for very much longer.

GREG pulls out a hand grenade and pulls the pin holding on to the handle and presses it up against his head. SAM jumps up.

SAM

What are you doing. This is insane you can't just blow yourself to hell because of some girl.

KYLE

I don't give a fuck about her I just want to know where you got a fucking grenade. That's fucking metal.

SAM

You can't do this. Not only will you kill yourself but you'll be taking us with you. And think about her. What will she do with all of us gone. You don't want her to suffer like this do you.

GREG

Maybe then she'll know what she lost. No wait, she won't give a fuck. All she will care about is her next boyfriend.

KYLE gets up holding a hand gun that has mysterious origins.

KYLE

That's it I'm tired of this bull shit.

KYLE shoots GREG in the heart without missing a beat. As GREG falls he drops the hand grenade. SAM looks at JOHN being concerned as KYLE smirks. SAMS look goes from concerned to determined as he runs towards the hand grenade. KYLES smirk becomes a look of confusion. SAM jumps on the grenade with no time to lose as it detonates. A splash of blood soaks KYLES face. KYLE falls to the floor and looks at GREGS and SAMS dead bodies. Then he looks at the gun in his hand.

KYLE

Oh, what the fuck.

KYLE puts the gun to his head and pulls the trigger. We hear the gunshot as we see the place where GREGS body should have been but is gone along with his coat. We see where SAMS body should have been but its also gone. We see where KYLES body should have been but its gone. We see HENRY at the computer. He picks up the hand gun beside the computer and looks at it interestingly. He lets the magazine fall and we see it hit the floor. He looks thoughtfully at the computer screen. We see the computer screen as he types

I love you with all my heart... but you ruined my life...SO FUCK OFF BITCH!!!

We see the mouse go to send and the screen blacks out and we hear a click.

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I hate the smell of fresh cut grass, it makes me sneeze. I love the smell of gasoline because it might cause a fire. I hate the smell of the sea, it smells like puke. I love the taste of blood, it means I've accomplished something.

I was the God of my own little universe. I thought it would never change and that I would just have to get use to this new world I was in, and I liked it. It was dark and relaxing. My shoelaces were bleeding into the floor, kind of like the world was telling me not to go, that world anyway. I felt inspired and entranced by everything around me. Outside didn't exist, nothing did outside of that little apartment room. But sooner or later every good thing must end, and so did my trip through a world everyone must see. Then again I suppose this world will end too.