sebastion_black

Young.. black.. crazy.. fly... What can I say.. ? I am a man (a te he he).. "Ask and you shall receive" Ya dig? /www.myspace.com/DaBlueDevil02 Ummmmmmmm/ they call me J.D./ I work/ I sleep/ I write/ er' thing else shall be a mystery...lol!!! I know I'm a little in the wrong to think of such horrific scenarios, but I do not apologize; I know this song that I sing to ease me when I'm paranoid, but I refuse to try to analyze; this depiction of reality and dilute my sense of how the now and the nothingness void just pounds so blatantly crazily around me, but I'm not dazed and confused. I'm believed to be amazed and now fueled to errupt unto greatness and stuffed with the makings of what more than crazy fool with the authentic smile that can raise a brow... Watch me mark my rounds and astound even myself as I help my left hand befriend the right to ignite the white light amist a hell-fire a-blazed. Imagine the demon spawn offspring playing in a field of dreams. Digesting the hopes from things a little more innocent that they seemed, and yet if you watch closely, the light from these innocent dreams are tainted and the spawn digesting dreams is really a little less innocent than what they seem. Offspring may often seem burden by nothing, but nothing is the offspring that something didn't want to be known. The home of tomorrow is the shit of today and yet the smell may delay the senses unto this horrific, astounding dream that's a little less innocent than offspring digesting them may seem. The presence of a grain of salt ,that will not be bought or taught that darkness is to light as might stands to fright ,will slowly commute on a journey all alone. Gaining ferocity with velocity. Grain to grain makes sand in the hand of an inferno burning in hell awaiting the white light that has yet to ignite. Seeming discourse and remorse for dangerous deeds lay heed to sympathy from demon spawn offspring who's dreams are devoured by things a little more innocent than they seemed. Yin to yang to Yang to yin. Befriend the sin to corrupt again the meek little grain-less hide to weak to see the grain passing by until the right hand befriends the left to dispell what's left and aid thyself to ignite the white light amist a hell-fire ablaze to bring light to the nothing-ness void that pounds existence so forcefully around me. I know I'm a little wrong for thinking of such horrific scenarious, but I do not apologize: Sebastion_Black is coming!