No plans? Well now you do! Rob Dyer, founder of Skate 4 Cancer, is going to be DJing at Sneaky Dee’s tomorrow night! It’s an event for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society! Cover charge is only $5 and all proceeds are going to the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society’s Team In Training, through Andrea Remark….
every time i die was so good tonight, it was nice to see them in a room the size of the annandale hotel also the acacia strain are not that bad of a band i got in to them and i like how the singer is straight edge as well
We live in dreams. Our time is running out, falling asleep. We walk with the lights down, it’s where we breathe Breathe in tonight and drown our world to keep under lock and key for now
Some people look but most will never find us The sleepwalkers walk, is what defines us Head down, closed eyes, no rush, blending in with monotonous crush We live our dreams because we’re under Won’t wake to life where it’s much colder Stay warm here beneath the sheets, wear a disguise when you walk the streets
We’re falling. We’re falling down So bring your heavy eyes. Sleep walk with us tonight
Everyone should go check out mr Lino Pacinos Straight Edge history 101 project, theyre a really cool series of videos about the history of the straight edge and xVx hardcore scene presented by a guy who’s been vegan edge since before some of you were out of nappies. Check it out and show some love!
so i am going to need to have a long and hard think over the next week or so, as i cant keep doing something that i am doing, but i know if i stop doing what i am doing some people are going to get upset and mad at me. i love what i am doing but i also know i can always do it again and it will always be a part of my life, as it is something that i love and always will love doing.
Small, simple, safe price, rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets. This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals, and I am not afraid to die. I’m not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight. I want the pain of payment. What’s left, but a section of pigmy-size cuts? Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks. Would you be my little cut? Would you be my thousand fucks? And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid, to fill, and spill over and under my thoughts. My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter: I’m cutting trying to picture your black broken heart. Love is not like anything - especially a fucking knife.