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Live Fast, Die Young... Save Yourself. [1] Vomit out the virus of sincerity. Do it. It will hit you. Destroy it. It will love you. Fuck it. It knows your ways. Embrace it. Be your parents. Ignore it. He'll quit. Hate it. Listen to your voices. Are you there? No. Are they right? No. No right given. Purity of vandalism. Smoke the air around you. Gawd is out for lunch. Burn down disgrace. Run for your life. Earth? You're in limbo. Where's your gun? What warming thought should I give you? Honesty is overrated. So are dreams. Freud was a cunt. So is the ol' boy on the cross. I'm cheap. Just like my mind. A mess. [2] Decade gone. So am I. Martyrs

 Good Luck Names undefined, yes. Good news. To me anyway,because remember, "Good or bad are subjective states." Who said it? I can't remember. The cat in the hat probably. Or was it Gene Simmons? hmm... I don't know. Same difference. What was I typing about? Oh yes, names! ...as I was talking to a friend of mine, here through maYspaceD, we went over what a person's name could define as... After a few comments, from both of us, we came to the conclusion that, we had no idea. At least, that's what I got from the conversation. As she said, "unsatisfying" ...maybe. I wonder if there's a meaning for names... if so, who decided the meanings? Wh

 Shhh.... (simply bored as hell) ...Oh, mystical doom! It is pronounced, *Neer-Vuh-Nuh*. I have not been a fan of their music -that infamous band- for a long time. Nor I claim to be. Last night, while the habits attack, I was going over the "how" and "when" I came across that noise. I frequently happen to do such things, as wasting time thinking over questions and facts (either that or breathing.) It all came down to a tattoo, a late night phone call and, a few bucks in my pocket. The certainty of being uncertain is liberating and gives headaches at times. I remember my younger slibs telling me about a teacher they used to have in middle