Superimposed Subdermal Supremacy

Matt Kresling - Birdman

Sun, 15 Nov 2009 17:16:42 -0800

Matt Kresling - Birdman

[hardCORE]

Tue, 10 Nov 2009 13:02:04 -0800

[hardCORE]

Go!

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 02:05:00 -0800

Fight it.

STOP!

Hello?

Sat, 07 Nov 2009 19:46:17 -0800

Are you here to? In this space?

Is this another section of the race?

I can put things here the others shouldn’t face.

But only if you’re in the place.

Audio

Fri, 16 Oct 2009 22:37:32 -0700

What the fuck…This isn’t fucking fun. It’s...

Tue, 13 Oct 2009 12:23:39 -0700

What the fuck…
This isn’t fucking fun.
It’s actual, it’s real.
It’s not a game, It does not feel the same.

You can’t laugh, you can’t not care.
There is no way to go about this “RIGHT”
If You try to hard it will fall out of sight.

Why don’t I show it? Why hold it inside?
I need to scream it, but I’m afraid they will hide.
They already did, they ran out of sight.

Or did they? How do you know this is right?

The stakes way with it.
Regardless, it’s painful, why struggle through this?
What if I don’t do it, what is it I miss?

Stop fighting, stop trying to hold.
The tighter you grasp, the less will fold.
Just let your palm open, and let it grow.
You know you can do it, so why not just go?

I can’t let it go where it shouldn’t.
It will rot in my hand.
I have to give it soil so it will stand.
Don’t try and convince me, you know that that’s true.

Of course, but it’s already there, you’re just not looking back.
You planted it already, how could you forget?
You’re just stoping the light, and for that it will die.
You’re not trying, you’re failing.
Get out of your head, it’s not just you anymore.
Don’t tell yourself lies.
Just to hear yourself cry.

But I’m not…

OR ARE YOU? LISTEN TO ME. I’M SHOWING YOU THE FUTURE, I’M HELPING YOU BE.
If you don’t follow my lead, you will die. And I will laugh, as you will cry.

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Tue, 13 Oct 2009 12:21:43 -0700

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Fri, 09 Oct 2009 19:06:46 -0700

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Fri, 09 Oct 2009 18:29:33 -0700

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Fri, 09 Oct 2009 18:06:21 -0700

It’s a coaster ride that ends in the stars. A spoon dug pit, filling with magma. A paradrop...

Fri, 09 Oct 2009 12:14:48 -0700

It’s a coaster ride that ends in the stars.

A spoon dug pit, filling with magma.

A paradrop from a million feet.

It’s rough and it’s hard, but don’t abandon me.

In the end (which is near), I will be well without fear.

I will be where I’m going, and it’s very near here.

It’ll be quite the trip, but lets let it rip.

Successful, At the end, we will cheer.

Of course there is going to be problems. There are problems with everything.

Fri, 09 Oct 2009 11:21:29 -0700

Of course there is going to be problems.

There are problems with everything.

oops...

Tue, 06 Oct 2009 17:11:00 -0700

Bullet in the brain

Can’t feel the pain

Blood falls like rain

Body gives it shade

The corpse hits the ground

No life can be found

Smile stretches round

Now I have seen brains.

My heart pumps.

His body slumps.

My soul jumps

As I start to pray

It’s better this way

A brand new day

Uprooting the stump.

Photo

Thu, 01 Oct 2009 01:07:52 -0700

Caffine Addiction. Does not mix well with boredom. Only option; sleep.

Tue, 22 Sep 2009 03:51:47 -0700

Caffine Addiction.

Does not mix well with boredom.

Only option; sleep.

Edited version of...

Tue, 22 Sep 2009 01:09:00 -0700

Edited version of http://soulofalbatross.deviantart.com/art/Storm-Trooper-123864712

I like it much better this way.

The Frozen Spine

Sat, 19 Sep 2009 20:15:55 -0700

And with the clock there goes my spine. The familiar chill is now mine.

My emotion changes from dismay to fear, when I see that day is here.

I almost prefer it to what I was feeling, still though my stomach is reeling.

Here it comes, I count the minutes. I cannot sleep, I must stay with it.

Armageddon, the moment of truth. I only hope it goes smooth.

Gone Hot.

Wed, 16 Sep 2009 18:57:37 -0700

And so the war begins, I’m the one who drops the bombs. I will aim the guns, and I will right their wrongs.

I’ll turn their land to dust, Questions? No. I will trust in my own directing gaze. I will set their lies ablaze.

Cold War |SisH|there is no you|what can you be without an e?|Where comes the e? The end.|

Tue, 15 Sep 2009 22:47:00 -0700

I’m fighting with people who can’t see that they are in a war with me.

Some think they are, some know they aren’t.

Can I blame them? no.

How far do they wish to go?

What do I have that they don’t?

Do I have them by the throat?

And so is the contest, of which I hope to come out best.

No, I do not hope. I know. I can’t just “THINK”, what does that show?

Action must be taken, I must be firm. I can’t lose this fight… for sure.

TREMORS OF THE MOSHPIT

Mon, 14 Sep 2009 10:02:49 -0700

TREMORS OF THE MOSHPIT