23 bitches.

Certainly won't be as good a party as last year, but that's life.

~Mike

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Will commence in three days. The date being 10/16/07...

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It has come to my attention that too many snakes are living and breathing the same air as the rest of us. If only their diseased souls would cause them to choke on the healthy air God has made for us, we would be all the better off.

Yes yes, good for you, you're a heartless band of dipshits who have nothing better to do than fuck with other peoples lives, primarily mine apparently. And then have some sort of queer expectation that I should push forward through the mire you've created for me to trudge through.

Yes yes, you all have a habit of referring to me indirectly by talking about someone else, as you do with other people as well. Good for you, you're special, want a cookie? Of course if all of you weren't such complete cowards, and this coming from me is saying something, you would have the guts to openly say what you're thinking of me, you know I know and I know you know, so stop playing games. Speaking of playing games, especially with other peoples lives, this isn't that poorly done horror flick; Saw, you're not some omnipotent villain who has the right to play God with other people. You're just a peculiar batch of cunts. Sure you know about "it," good for you, too bad "it" was dead before she pried into my mind like a bitch and found out about "it," but let's hold people to they're past mistakes, and assume we are somehow blameless. As if she was any better with her sick brand of "it," but that's okay, violence is cool.

Some of you have no idea what I'm talking about, that's okay, I'm not talking about you, rather I am talking about the lifeless bunch that no doubt check up on this page, my myspace and my DeviantArt just to get new ammunition. And I pray all those who have no idea what I am talking about, never get on the wrong side of the tracks with this group of mistakes. Of course, it's almost like being famous, how much time and effort they put into learning about me, and no doubt others on their list.

I know how you and your bunch interact with others, I've thought about posting all the little secret ways of communication you all use, but what use would it be to others I don't know? So rather, I tell it to people in real life, whom I know, so they'll be better off, as they know and believe me. Of course, I'll doubt any of you will have the balls to speak openly about this, rather, continue on playing your little games, as if you were playing shoots and ladders with your father, before he beat you to show you how much he cares...

Verily I look forward to "that day," when you'll all be so surprised to fall, and lay amongst your leaders whom you place great trust in. But in the mean time, in the words of a famous philosopher, "fuck off and let me be."

~Mike

Color is green, filled with delight
Indulgent bliss, completes the night

Sugar it's drip, behind my lips
Flavor blends, fantastic in sip

Green goddess refresh, subtle, clean
Beauty possess, fantastic dream

louche, milky white, clouds through the green
Obsessive taste, poisonous cream

Romance, a glass, hear my heart sing
The Green Fairy, wide spreads her wings

Blissful rest, my peace now at best
Spending night, beneath her green breast

~BaronVonBadGuy

A subtle difference
Life unlike before
Trusting with doubtful apprehension
Paranoia revealing all lies

Earth consumed with death
Born again in flame
Dread, it's ever present erection
My sword bending backward upon me

Fight for restful peace
A battle in vain
Lurching through the mire of stagnant hope
Satan piercing from every side

Enemies rejoice
Grinning with poison
Through lies they encompass my escape
In futile efforts I stand broken

Death, a kind embrace
A rest from suffer
There is no hope in this world of lies
But Through God, salvation, end of pain

~BaronVonBadGuy