Flesh is the Weakness... Flesh is the Fault...

I am in a rather obscure state of mind; fucked up, angry but still hopeful. I turned 25
on the 25th of this month, and since then (almost as if someone's poking needles and pins to voodoo dolls) things have been blowing apart, falling apart, been ripped asunder.

This isn't even a post guys... It's me needing to vent out some incoherent mind-fuck rubbish so I can live with myself for awhile more...

Tenny has fractured his hand in 2 places... Guitarist and Friend Extraordinaire...

The Powers That Be have sanctioned a new Sound Restriction Rule which has resulted in nearly ALL the open air gigs/festivals cancelled for the year...

We have to start recording Masterpiece number 3...

And friends are turning on friends and enemies seem like worthy bed friends...

Sigh...

Man... I need a drink...

I need to numb my nerves and focus on what needs to get done.

And I FUCKING WILL.

Scars that define us... Scars that feign salvation...

Scars...

Beautiful Fucking Twisted Scars.