It's All About The Song In My Head, The One Where The Audience Is All Dead
Movies:
Snuff Films And Porno Flicks
Television:
Science Channel, History Channel, Cartoon Network
Books:
CrimethInc Propaganda
Hereoes:
No Heroes
badgraphicsghost's Details
Status:
Widower
Orientation:
White Girls With Tattoos
Ethnicity:
Ghost
Religion:
Sold My Soul To The Devil
Occupation:
Starving Musician
badgraphicsghost's Blurbs
About Me:
Remember how differently time passed when you were twelve years old? One summer was a whole lifetime, and each day passed like a month does for you now. For everything was new: each day held experiences and emotions that you had never encountered before, and by the time that summer was over you had become a different person. Perhaps you felt a wild freedom then that has since deserted you: you felt as if anything could happen, as if your life could end up being virtually anything at all. Now, deeper into that life, it doesn't seem so unpredictable. The things that were once new and transforming have long since lost their freshness and danger, and the future ahead of you seems to have already been determined by your past.