





03/28/2004 concert for compassion oak canyon ranch silverado ca from blackvelvet.com
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it’s not even funny how often i have to keep myself from diving at your throat. venom-filled teeth, straight for the jugular. misguided, misdirected rage and scathing irritation, boiling up while vultures circle overhead, occasionally dropping in to pick at the bones. (“the vultures ate my baby today.”)
whose bones, i wonder. or is it more of a what, an it, a thing, a sigh a frown a tear a sob a scream a whine a a a
a b c the end yet?
do you?
useless outlets for pitiful talents, it all gets torn to bits, anyway. you give yourself to people and they take and they take and they take and you’ll never get it back, so don’t give it away. the problem here is that no one really trusts anyone else. but maybe it’s better to trust no one, prepare for the worst. make sure to have a survival kit ready for this black fucking hole in my black fucking soul, assuming they even make them anymore. hunker down and wait it out, and hope that i don’t set it upon everything that ever existed.
i’m sorry that my insides are as sooty and repulsive as an uncleaned chimney, really, i am.
or maybe i’m not. it’s not like i’ve ever really tried to scrub everything out, anyway, because it’s all part of who i am.
(professional opinion says that’s about as unhealthy as living solely off shitty fast food and cocaine. fuck professional, let’s fight it out, motherfucker, are you ready for a fucking fight, motherfucker.)
i don’t give a fuck about how that makes you feel. maybe that’s just the bastard in me.
desperation overwhelming hopeless drowning darkness drifting nighttime nightmares not even close to sleeping i’m obsessed with not obsessing perfect storms and endless screaming open your eyes just open your fucking eyes fucker
i hate pretty much everything i do, and i learned that from you (only you no one else just you do you see the joke now do you do you). i guess i really am your bastard.
you fucking sucker.
so @f-t-willz-must-die-blog said this in 2013??
and fantastic bastards by death spells came out in 2016??
pandora: aaah I might be a shallow bitch, web, but I love days like this; fresh rain on the ground, an’ the sun shinin’. ooh an’ look…A RAINBOW
web: er, no, I don’t think that’s…
pandora: wha…!? it’s gettin’ closer! brighter! my god! it’s a nuclear attack!!
web: no, pandora, I’m pretty sure it’s…
pandora: what- chemical warfare!?!
web: not exactly.
pandora: quick! let’s go!
mcr: hi, pandora around?
web: erm. fallout shelter. down the stairs. first on the right.
comic for kerrang #1334 by ray zell 02/16/2010
english translation:
“my friends,
Many My Chemical Romance fans braved the rain that fell on the Ferro stadium in Buenos Aires to see their favorite band. And they were not disappointed because, for more than 2 hours, Gerard Way and his companions performed songs from their albums and, in particular, Teenagers.
MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE
An energetic stage!!
Look for yourself among the photos and, if you find yourself, send us an email to correolunateen@ perfil.com.ar with your identification details and you could win fabulous prizes!”
03/2008 luna from argentina
photos: uriel casamiquela.