Every Nightmare has a purpose.

Dreams exist from past experience. Every person you meet could be 1,000,000,000 people in a dream. But Nightmares are a whole different experience. I have taken the worst creatures from my nightmares and made them extensions of myself. What I dream is horrifying to begin with, so imagine what nightmares I'd have. I sketch them out, then make full illustrations, and I admire my mind for that. But I also have good endings with my nightmares, anymore. Like, I'll be alone, but in the end, I'm surrounded by my family and friends. I'll be chased by some demented abomination, but I'll slay it. I'lll be getting torn apart, but leave the area victorious. I have no  clue as to why this is possible, but it gives me a little aid in my work. But I have another purpose for this title. I was watching horror movies last night, and I remembered Bioshock. I remember playing it, to be specific. When I played it, it felt like the main character was trapt in the worst of nightmares. But through that nightmare, he found purpose. My life is almost like a nightmare, sometimes, so this may be part of discovering my purpose. (Although, I like my original purpose: To piss people off and be a rebel.) I may only be half-right this time. Who really knows? Who really cares? Not this man, and I'm proud of that.

Also, I am doing covers of songs, and the covers are in the style of screamo, metal, and hardcore.(or as some fans of The Bunny The Bear call it, Furrycore.[Notice: do NOT look it up]) So, if you have any suggestions, throw 'em my way, and I'll do it.

Sweetheart, I shall have the last laugh tonight.

Explain to me exactly why, on my birthday, I am not allowed to be myself. I DARE you. Not one day during the year am I silenced by the world, and today is no exception. My friends told me this Friday, we are going to raise some hell, and a smile slowly crept on my face. I'll show you all what I mean later on, but I'm celebrating. But as to my title. Me and Ky were talking last night, a make-up, if you will, and I'm waiting for her to say "Happy Birthday" to me. But I won't hold my breath, and if she doesn't, I really don't care. Care not of those who care as much about you.

Something Wicked this way comes...

 When I see Chris Cerulli come July 18th, I'll make damn sure he knows what an impact he's had on me, not only as a musician, but as a person. You see, my 18th birthday is in 6 days, and I realize how young that still is, don't get me wrong, but I've learned a lot from him. He's like me; Hell, like US, and he knows what it's like to go through the day and take everything that is said about him and everyone he knows, and creates something inconceivably beautiful from such an ugly thing. I use to care about how I was viewed, but I know what I am, who I am, and what I stand for, and I'll be damned if someone tries and tears me down for that. Forgive me for my rants on Bullying and Fitting In and such, but until people fully grasp this concept, it's pointless not to try. As for the title of this post(I haven't been on for what seems eternities), it's a nod at a line from "Scissorhands(The Final Snow)" by Motionless In White. For me, it alludes to two things: One, the ever approaching days of Warped Tour at Scranton on July 18. The other is simple: I'm the Damned, and those who dwell in this land of decay and corruption will know that I'm coming, and there is Ill-amounted faith towards their survival if they chose to harm this, for lack of a better word, Abomination (or atrocity). Sorry, I view myself as the stereotypical monster, and I believe this is a good thing, for what would the world be without a monster or two to disturb people. Speaking of Disturbing people, I cannot wait for Marilyn Manson to release Born Villain, which, may it be noted, is an amazing concept. But I shall save that topic for another day. Have fun, and please wreak some havoc on anyone who dare defies you.