=20 <?null /* I wake up every morning, put my clothe= s on, piss, drink a pot of coffee, and waste the rest of my early hours mul= ling around on the computer. Some days I have work, and so I get ready and = go just minute sbefore I have to leave. Other days I have school, and I fol= low the same process. On the rareoccassion that I have a day off from both= requirements, I might become productive. Maybe I'll straighten my room out= a bit, possibly run some errands. I like to go driving with my few remaini= ng friends in town, or watch movies. I enjoy being driven an hour to my bes= t friend's house in themiddle of nowhere and making alot of loud, crushing= music. That's John, and we almost always bring Rob, our brother-in-arms an= d drummer. Its alwaysa complete fucking blast when the three of us get dru= nk, crack fuckedup jokes, and play Morpheus tunes. Nothing relieves daily = stress likethat, nothing. We all dream of making it som= eday. Not to be big, rich rockstars, but to be able to live comfortably fro= m it. We want, more than anything else, to be able to just be doing Morpheu= s. Music is our lives. We want nothing more. I have a dream of a wife, hous= e, kids, pets, and some gardens up int he mountains... out in the woods. I = don't want this until I'm old. In the meantime I want nothing more than to = be doing only Morpheus. We are music lovers, through and through. We don't = adhere to any genre, nor do we conform to any trends or standards. We make = the music we like, which incidentally contains a variety, and we do it with= passion. This is what we love, and this is what we want to do. Morpheus is= our lives, and we are Morpheus. ...And so comes forth, = the inescapable beauty that is the void of night... devoid of light and tyr= anny, borne of flight and purity. When my day comes to a close and I put to= rest the meanderings of instructed living,I deconstruct the meanings of i= ts events and awaken my mind's tinkerings. I unwind to my computer, interac= t with the people I care to partake in, then begin my rest process. I slip = out of my day clothing, curlup in bed, look at the night sky, and drift of= f to dream of things dark, deviant, divine, and beautiful. */ ?> -- Posted by sku11f= ukkr to ...Come The Wolves[1] at 3/4/2005 02:58:00 PM --- Links --- 1 3D"http://digitalucifer.net//2005_03_04__col.php#1109966463=