Good Mourning.

Hey, I don't feel so good.
Something's not right,
Something's coming over me
What the fuck is this?

Killer, intruder, homicidal man.
If you see me coming, run as fast as you can.
A blood thirsty demon who's stalking the street.
I hack up my victims like pieces of meat.
Blood thirsty demon, sinister fiend,
Bludgeonous slaughters, my evil deeds.

My hammer's a cold piece of blood-lethal steel.
I grin while you writhe with the pain that I deal.
Swinging the hammer, I hack through their heads,
Deviant defilers, you're next to be dead.
I unleash my hammer with sadistic intent.
Pounding, surrounding, slamming through your head. Yeah!

Their bodies convulse, in agony, and pain.
I mangle their faces, till no features remain.
A blade for the butchering, I cut them to shreds.
First take out the organs, then cut off the head.
The remains of flesh now sop under my feet.
One more bloody massacre, the murders' complete.
I seek to dismember, a sadist fiend.
And, blood baths are my way of getting clean.
I lurk in the alleys, wait for the kill.
I have no remorse for the blood that I spill
A merciless butcher who lives underground.
I'm out to destroy you and ,I will, cut you down. (Cut you down)
I see you, and, I'm waiting, for Black Friday.

Killer, intruder, homicidal man.
If you see me coming, run as fast as you can.
A blood thirsty demon who's stalking the street.
I hack up my victims like pieces of meat.
I lurk in the alleys, wait for the kill.
I have no remorse for the blood that I spill
A merciless butcher who lives underground.
I'm out to destroy you and ,I will, cut you down.

It's Black Friday, paint the devil on the wall.

Megadeth - Good Mourning/Black Friday

Yeah, happiness was short lived...

I put down the phone and hear the gentle click as it hits the receiver station. The stream of lights on the station start to blink, then I turn and walk towards the bathroom to get ready for work. I look up into the mirror, "is that a fucking smile?" I ask myself. I pull my uniform off the coathangers, getting changed listening to some Judas Priest and then I start whistling, or was I?

Brushing it off, I walk downstairs, up goes the roller door and I take the Chazza out of the drive with the Chili Peppers playing softly. I glace across and notice the attention light flashing, and then within a few seconds it stops flashing, and now the neighbourhood can hear Strip My Mind blaring. The sun is out, I even saw a kid on a swing and a family of birds fly through the sky. I'm late, as usual, but I really don't care. I pull the car onto Gowan and settle for the slow left lane. "Your doing the speed limit?" I ask myself. I get to the traffic lights and just stare up into the sun, like a slideshow memories fly through me head, they don't really fly, they just sorta fade into each other, each showing a different scene, of a different time.

The scenes aren't all with smiles, there's tears and nervous grins, there's embrassing moments but at the end of it all there was still that feeling in my stomach. Was it the feeling that I going to get bashed by the dude behind me because I sat at a green light staring into space for a good 15 seconds? No. I don't think it was. I hit up Beaudesert Road, singing... screaming as you might, with a smile, with a grin, with my foot keeping the beat. I rip into the carpark, find my spot and just stare into the sun again. It's a good day. It's a great day, and I then I finally click, is this feeling happiness?

The emotion that has eluded me for so long? Is it here to stay, and how did it get here? Is this the end of emo blogging? Will there be no more rage blackouts? I don't know. I don't know what changed, I have an idea, but it'll be my secret, because right now I don't want to analyse this, I'm just basking in this feeling, because actually feeling happy, is fucking gold.

Hi hi. I'm back from Coolum, well technically I was back at 2.30am this morning when the Chazza rolled into the garage filled with sand and without it's people cargo of a passed out Cam and a sleepy Dani. The weekend was good, it was great to get away from everything, get some space from the computer and work and just bum on the beach or chill in the apartment listening to music.

After the footy on Saturday I raced up the coast with Cam and got to the apartment at about 12.15am. We were greeted with semi drunk and tired people, but a greeting was a greeting I was pretty tired, so I crashed with Dani for a bit on the double before making our way to an uncomfortable couch to sleep the night away. Sunday was a lazy day, bit of music in the morning, beach at lunch, bit more music when we got home, then the guys watched a DVD while the girls headed out shopping. Just to save people time, there are no pool tables in Coolum, so don't walk around trying to find them like we did, they just don't exist! I also lost my Vortex to the Coolum cliffs

Fast foward a bit, the night came, the cards came out, alcohol was drunk, tempers flared, moods changed, people went walking and what not and then Dani, Cameron and I went home. I had a fucking great sleep, and then woke up remembering that I have to work six hours today, sigh, welcome to reality.

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