Interestingly enough, punks apparently take on various forms and functions depending on the time and space you refer to. There are even those that exist in alternate realities in parallel universes. Steam Punks and Cyber Punks are some of my brethren, yet I tend to be more of an amalgamation, a bastardization of the intertwined souls of these Punks having gone beyond beyond and found OverHorde at the end of darkness just before Oblivion's Abyss. These things pour out of my mouth and gush out of my pores …

They are only words when you think about how many holes there are in your bible, the timelines, the impossibilities, the lack of any substantial evidence that any of it actually occurred in reality and all of the evidence on how the life as we know it really came to be. I have read science texts and felt the same feeling you speak of because I once believed, it is comforting and warm, but it is nothing but a mental projection based on your continuous bombardment of scripture. It is the same rush you get when you really connect with someone or something. I have felt this many times based on many different circumstances. The come and they go, just like belief in your god. That is always amazing to me, how people act as if I never believed, yet that is exactly why I think now instead. Belief can be applied to anything and from what I have seen and learned about the world, I would much rather believe in myself than a figment of someones or even my own, imagination.

Every few years or so there is another prediction that is to come to pass and end the world as we know it. This year however, is the big one, the really big one. That is one reason I live life as if there will never be a tomorrow because yesterday is gone. Today is all you have, so live like it and you won't have to worry about when the world ends. Truthfully, it really only matters when you end if you want to be technical. Even if you believe in an afterlife, other than being delusional, you are also …

People all over the world believe in some sort of afterlife, some sort of existence beyond this one in one way, shape, form or another. The possibilities are endless, and although it is fascinating to think about, we must not loose sight of the life we have, the only life we have that is beyond conjecture and theory. It is the practice of life that one should focus on in order to find fulfillment. Your purpose is to live, for better or worse, to make something out of yours that will not go unnoticed …

I am destined to go against the grain. It is an uphill battle to challenge and conquer what the mainstream deems appropriate or normal. Just as I was told growing up when I would rarely get a C on a report card - "you're not average." This, as with anything else is a state of mind, which like anything else, if programed in at an early age will be ingrained in the mind and remain prevalent throughout one's life unless it is stricken with something so overpowering to the mind, body and soul it shakes the very foundation of your aura. I am everything and nothing, an entity of epic proportions shifting through the most minute molecule in the time space continuum. I hear every word you say in the background. I eat it and spit it back out in the form of darkness and despair. Rejoicing in the pleasure of pain inflicted through sounds and words, statements and questions. Keep feeding me and you will feel it in The Winter's Wrath.

The Future has finally arrived and it is a beautiful display of horrible things that come for you when you are at your weakest.  You refuse to give in yet you are not willing to fight any harder than you need to in order to survive the dispair.  It is grim, but nothing to compare to Post-Apocalypes.  It is the beginning of the end of everything you know and love in favor of a glimpse at the impossible that you might find at the edge of darkness is the brightest light.  You will not see it with your eyes open, for it only comes about when comes the dark of night.  This is no choice of mine though it seems the inevitability of vast nothingness is upon those we see today, the living.  How much longer dare they walk this Earth?  This is 2050.

Shrouded in a cloud of darkness is more than just what becomes me, it is me. The fiber of my being is blackness, endless darkness from birth. My peaks are heaven, my valleys hell and I dwell somewhere in between life and death. I see the light across a vast plane of existence and seek to bring it to you through music, an epic war in a black hole where everything is nothing and the beginning is the end. This is a space opera that transcends alternate realities while embarking on everlasting metamorphosis. It is the ever-changing nature that shape-shifts without warning. This is what I see and hear overlayed on reality, the blackest storm on the entire horizon that lives for generations.

I will speak my mind and show you those of us who cherish free thought will not just sit back and let the sheep continue to drag us down. Just because some view something as sacred doesn't make it so, it too shall stand up to scrutiny or fall under the pressure of dissection from within. For far too long the loud voice of faith has drowned out the unimpressed and indifferent muttering of the voice of reason. If this continues soon it will be to late for us to fight back as we will be engulfed in the …

You assume that rhyme and reason are defined by god and heaven. Nature and science are based in rhyme and reason, not fantasy and fable. No one knows what happens after death and to proclaim to is nothing more then speculation based on superstition and fear. The mind is more powerful then you give it credit for and just as people see jesus in a piece of toast there are those conditioned to see "heaven's gates" in a moment of massive trauma. I have heard this explained by both religion and …

A mutant and a medical marvel:  Acute Sinusitis at 11 - 2 emergency surgeries to remove infectious pus from my brain through a hole in my eye. Totaled 2 cars in high school. Lived a very fast life, soaked it all up with experiences you could not possibly imagine with things and people you probably could not conceive. Unknowingly poisoned by a friend with enough liquid acid at a party to go on an infinite trip. I jumped out of a moving car and ran under a bridge to hide from aliens. Got hit by a car …