Distro
My Sanctuary
There is a million things I wish I could scream at the world. I know the words would echo and die. Perhaps meaning nothing.
Words form like bitter daggers. Each can stab, wound. Dialogue used to destroy. Hiding in fear, inclined to suffering. Whispering secrets and untruths. Guiding by a blinding rhetoric of comfort. Belief crushed to paste. Jagged toothmarks on the soul. I believed... should I fear to suffer... should I step further. The line I may cross no longer offers familiarity. Amongst a world of tarnished shrines and adultering heroes. Words kill the tongue leaving me blinded.
XKill ScenestersX
We've been singing in misplaced angst to long. There is no longer definition to punk rock/hardcore. Stale politics and trivialities all to often rule the scene. All our words are blurring into nothing. Everything has been said before and meaning is slipping away.
I'm trying to regain my passion. I'm trying to stray from anger. I'm tired of suffering in angst. To much is fueled by bitterness rather than love. And I wonder... I wonder....
LOVE
CHAD
Communication is the key!
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Music that I've rocked to this week
The sound of my soul that keeps me pushing on.
Skycamefalling "10.21"
Face Down Angels
Bleed Into One "Moving to Canada"
Trial "Through the Darkest Days"
Trial "Are These our Lives?"
Reads for this month
Moby Dick
"Closing Time" Joseph Keller
"Survivor" Chuck Palanuik
"Invisible Monsters" Chuck Palanuik
"Steal this Book" Abbie Hoffman