OMFG

I’ve been afraid before that America is rapidly decaying… but it seems as though it’s happening faster than I thought. Honestly, I’m not sure if I want to live here anymore. And that’s saying something.
Current mood: Horrified

Currently listening to: The humidifier

Please, please, PLEASE… read this.

I’ve been afraid before that America is rapidly decaying… but it seems as though it’s happening faster than I thought. Honestly, I’m not sure if I want to live here anymore. And that’s saying something.

-Keithius

A Cold Iron Hand

A Cold Iron Hand – A Poem by Keith M. Survell.
A cold iron hand clamps its grip about her
There is no life here
Icy sheets of terror
Bound about by white chains.

How she longs to escape from this prison!
To breathe the air again
To breathe the air again

  • – freely.

All about a cold and dreary world looks down upon her face
and does nothing.

A stillness of your own heart
When from nightmares and dreams you awake
Frightens you
Entraps you
You are now bound as she

In white chains.

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year everyone! Best wishes to everyone for a happy & prosperous (emphasis on the prosperous) 2004.
Happy New Year everyone!

Best wishes to everyone for a happy & prosperous (emphasis on the prosperous) 2004.

Cheers!

Moved!

My blog is finally hosted on starkeith.net…. fully, not just with a redirect. So, now we’re ad-free. Yippie!
My blog is finally hosted on starkeith.net…. fully, not just with a redirect. So, now we’re ad-free. Yippie!

Night Time

Once he got behind the steering wheel, and the music began to play, everything was different. His mind was clear… focused. His hand moved to the stick. His other hand gripped the wheel. The engine revved. He was the car. But like all good things, it had to end.
Once he got behind the steering wheel, and the music began to play, everything was different. His mind was clear… focused. His hand moved to the stick. His other hand gripped the wheel. The engine revved. He was the car.

But like all good things, it had to end.

As he lay in bed, night closed around him like a warm blanket… night, his good friend. Goodnight…