The Skinny Wolf B Movie Rockstar's blog: "no hope for the self proclaimed wicked"

Covet the flesh like one covets the wounds buried deep. Over this wreck of will, we climb slowly. Feel the flames lick ur toes? Feel the forks peircing your flesh? Wake up and witness the hell you helped create. A minds worth of blood spilled. Destrucion washing over us like the rain of a spring eve. Kinda feels like sex. Drinking tea under the blood red moon. Wondering if this all had a rhyme, a reason. To delute the souls and fleace the heard of man. Nothing but the skeletol statue hanging from the gallows of ill convictions. We all have our number.... Waiting until yours is called. I.R.M 01/29/07

Blinded miscreants. Endless parade of numb souls. A barage of dramatic interludes. Not one sence in it all. So complicated and yet demeaning. Heavily upon a distressed mind. You all scurry and scamper in such fiendish manners. Not even god above understands such order. Not that he even made such attempts. Punish us all the the faults of the dumb. Brush away the remains for another day. Scraps are what we are left with. Picking the garbage out from between out teeth. Born to die. I speak not to be heard, scream to be scorned. A gamble I tend to take. Nothing to lose, nor to be ever gained. I just do and I just be. Me. Forever entriaped in the shell of a loser. Filled with the encapsulation of a prodogy. Its gone all so terribly wrong. Past the point of what I can remeber, seeking out what I left behind in a fearful escape. (PISSED OFF) I have not the will to be sad. I have not the strengh to cry. I have but one thing to truly call my own. Demonic inlightment. I am the scripture of hell. I am the song of solice. I am the devils intent. Holding the swored to the throats of the lambs. Slaughter one by one. Spilling the blood down the empty streets. Staining the world. Staining my hands. My eyes in there lives. Watching, never to interfear. Always involved. Never the cause. Never the reason. I gues this is what I am supposed to do. Pays so little. I.R.M. 01/15/07

Drunken misuse of my soul. Battery to my heart - torn open. Another day another waste of flesh. Sitting quietly, locked away from the day. Chocking on the regrets I have piled upon the filthy floor. Mice chew away the straps, only to be free in this confinment. Hollow and brused, Drama of my aging contempt. In my ears I can hear my heart beat still. Still as the night before. Nothing ever disturbs this nothingness. Dont u have the key? Pick the lock if u can. The one to my inner-self. Inner self loathing. This is my lament. I.R.M. 01/14/06 Like a headache with a drowning emotion. Deeper into the pain filled pool of blood. Thick and viscus cover me like the hand of the Devil. Holding me down and pulling me up. Teach me the lessons of life in death. No more. I was fucked before I even opened my eyes. Cast out and raped with every thing in doubt. Know that I have lived this so that my children will know what is to come. Nothing can protect you now. Fucked. I watch to much media filth. Engorged on the foul smell of a cultrure twisted with ignorince. The world is on big waste, a landfill over flowing with corpse. Digging through endlessly hoping to scavange the remains of the rich. This is the kind of shit I have become used to. Feeding of the breast of mediocrity. I.R.M. 01/13/09

Like a headache with a drowning emotion. Deeper into the pain filled pool of blood. Thick and viscus cover me like the hand of the Devil. Holding me down and pulling me up. Teach me the lessons of life in death. No more. I was fucked before I even opened my eyes. Cast out and raped with every thing in doubt. Know that I have lived this so that my children will know what is to come. Nothing can protect you now. Fucked. I watch to much media filth. Engorged on the foul smell of a cultrure twisted with ignorince. The world is on big waste, a landfill over flowing with corpse. Digging through endlessly hoping to scavange the remains of the rich. This is the kind of shit I have become used to. Feeding of the breast of mediocrity. I.R.M. 01/13/09

Raping Harvest of the early mourn. Slashing down the youthful grain. As they all fall. Slowly into dirt. Watching the rippling skys above. Dreams of heresy. My eyes are open and my heart closed tight. Letting nothing but the miasmic fog to seep in. Death on the winds. God, she is hungry, starving under your influince. A withering mess of our former selves. Like a beating in the moonless night. Shadows of our devils. Shoving us all throught the crushing gears. Pulverised and comprimised, like woodchips in the morgue. This is the year end celebration, death on the doorstep waiting for the chime. And as the day light breaks the pain becomes more indearing. Like a blanket of tears washing through. Thin and sour. Torn asunder. Sow as u reap and rape as u witness. Salvation in the cloud of churning dirt. Nonsence. Another memorie which we never experince. Dreams infiltrating reality. Spys to our own court. Help us tend to the field of graves. I.R.M. 09/01/07

Silly little headtrips one and all. Drama when the need is none. Twisting and distorting for insignificate gains. I fail to see your mindset and conclusions. Ignorince is the practice of the populus. Spitting on the under. Even the trusted can no longer be trusted. One and all All demons under there skin. Karma shall reach u qwick. Strangers in there eyes proper dealings on a thin shell. Look no closer to people in association for discors. Stutter and try, wiesle and lie. An assortment of broken, pety things. I want none of what u construct. Now if only I could get the pain to mend. And the sound to siese. Your ways shall be but a joke on my lips, and chuckle under my breath. Karma swift on the wind. Gets u all in the end. I.R.M 08/01/07

The Churning in my guts. The sweat upon my brow. Ever movement an agonizing event. Death so out of reach, life but a mockery. Holding breath watching the red melt into black. Numbing seduction of the moment of mortification. Lay me down on the cold stainless steel slab. Examine what I used to be. Watch as this shell putraits into the nothingmore. Salvation in Self-denial. The Burning emptyness. The Shallow regrets. With the dried up tears I no longer capable of shedding. My body tenses and spasm in regamotus state. The softies blue of my cold skin. No longer able to see the lights the burn the washed over eyes. Sharpest knives cutting away. Instaments of examination probing my empty being. Descovery of my infringment of the netherrealm. Tossed out into oblivion. Watch as nothing becomes nothingness. Salvation in Self-destruction. Let me hang. Let me rot. Let the haters throw there rocks. Brused and battered and yet I laugh. All knowing, that life is not as real as they would lead u to believe. Salvation in tickery. I.R.M. 12/16/06 I am the ignigmatic waste of a former youth. Time is ticking and I have tripped. Looking forwards and sinking further back. I tend to feel that I broke my back. Bent on the need to kill and destroy. Filled with the yerning to create and explore. Duelality of indignation, twisted mysinthropic mentality. I have hands that mold, eyes that peer directly throgh. I have a heart that bleeds, a soul the needs. Laying on the churned soil of a freshly dug grave. Wafting in the oders of decay. Desperation has no chains for me... I am free to wither away. I.R.M. 12/15/06 I am a wreck of a man wasted on the side of the highway of lost dreams. Destatute to live out this crash over and over like a staged play in my mind. I see this twisting world around me, a panaramic gift of sensory overload. Complete with the headaches and broken hearts we all know and so dearly loath. Absince of myself, I feel dramatized by what I see on this H D goddamn lie machine. Cut me away from myself so that I may live a moment in my own worn out shoes. Show the outside and what its like to look down upon the hole inside. One day ahead of the other, never looking back into my shadow. I.R.M. 12/14/06 I am but a speck of dirt. Lost in winds of fury. I am the eye from behind, watching your world go by. In this vail of sanity I reach through. Grasping tight but missing every time. The vain attemp to hold u close. To touch ur very skin. A seduction in seclusion. Madness of one. I Look into frozen eyes. Washed away in gusts of fear. Being the empty shell that I am. I can accept no more, no less. Then the product of my cold death heart. Still an amber on the inside, waiting to burst free. Hope and doom. one big fuck up. Come reach for my hand. I.R.M. 12/13/06