Black holes of unfulfilled promises
Steel cages of our own design
The shaking roars of a mother's rage
Terror to a child
Canvas to an artist
Strokes of a brush
Strums on strings
Let this new music ring
ring far and ring wide
all across the country-side
because jesus left chicago
headed for new orleans
Home of artists
Home of vice
He tried to purge the sorrow
and found he purged the soul
About Me
- Vincent Valon
- I despise my real name so most of the time I just put Vincent Valon up...I do have a couple friends who call me Vinh. So I'm not totally faking. I go to FHS now...left Wakefield, still not sure if it's a good idea or not. If I don't know you then that's fine, If I do know you then w.e, If you want to be friends talk to me Irl. I can be a bit weird but I like to think about things, not frivolous things; but just things that pertain to life. I'm trying to find a point to it. Not for the noble cause of what is the purpose of life and all that jazz; just because I don't see any and think we'd all be better off dead. This probably looks rant-ish and jumping from topics but hey, my writing does that time to time. *shrug* I'll stop now since no one will read this anyway. Oh and this is my first blog :O