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.