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Artist
Vile Faith
9+ albums
fastcorehardcoreThe Domain
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silver spring, is a hole, of emense and god like depths, and i lay down in it, covered in the blood of squirrels being run over by teenagers, covered in the sound of lawn mowers, and sprinklers, dogs, and bad children,the kind that abuse cats. it has its moments like the solitary walk to the shopping center were i go to get cheap cigerettes. on the warmest day of fall i cant really complain, i just notice how know one looks happy, even the people smiling look sad, broken down by repetition i suppose. work and school never works for me, because i'd like to pretend that i am not a slave to any fraction of time. trading in that, to a prison of bordem and undisciplined motivation. yeah, silver spring is a hole of whore like depths, reaching out to the hoildays waiting' to be covered in lights and excuses. and dying in the summer and winter. dead suburbia, dead people walking aroung out side my window, and sure, dead people walking in, right thru my front door to sit down and watch a pretty screen........yeah, books, a messy room, laundry, brother, mother, dad, movies looming somewhere, theaters full of people, and cars full of laughing kids, and parties, and sex, and televison, all going on outside my life, but not in it. its curious how i feel. like a fly in a bee hive....... not everyone is going to understand you, not everyone is going to make a good friend, not every one with a smile and a good greeting is stable, or fun, or loyal. but they are good at acting like they are, e
