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Name: Howard
Country: United States
State: Virginia
Birthday: 5/7/1989
Gender: Male


Interests: Drooling over, knowing every thing about and worshiping Dani Filth, Witchcraft, drinking blood, talking to friends online, writing poetry, dreaming of killing people I hate, tormenting people with my presence
Expertise: Cradle of Filth, sleeping, and being bored
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other


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Member Since: 5/31/2004

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Tuesday, June 08, 2004

What is friendship? I have been thinking about that all week. Is friendship about ripping off the people you call your friends? Is friendship about arguing with one another? Is friendship about using the people you call your friends for shit? No, frindship is about being thier for one another, it's about supporting each other, it's about caring for one another. Every "friend" I have had, excluding a couple people, has screwed up my life, used me for shit, and have stolen shit from me. I thought they were my friends but I guess not, I guess when you think you know the person, but then they talk about you behind their back, use you, and rip you off. Thats not friendship is it?


Thursday, June 03, 2004

Black Life©

It has occured to me that I no longer exist

I walk through empty rooms of my life

Empty rooms I never filled

I was never happy nor was I needed

Everyone forgot about me as if I were a bubble

When I popped no one noticed I was gone

As my body lied on the ground rotting

No one noticed the smell

As I enter into the last room of my life

I see a cold forgotten figure lying on a bed of nails

He dident seem to care

But now I notice that is me

Living in a world of forgotten dreams