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all you must do to join is devote yourselves to the betterment of this world for every living thing that dwells upon it there is no defined symbol of faith or martyrdom should you choose to create one, i would be pleased to know of it, but that will be your expression of faith and yours alone. there are no holy days set aside however Christmas is recognized as a period of brotherhood and companionship a celebration of life. if any of you should choose to be a part of this, just comment, or what have you.

I WELCOME YOU TO THE ECHELON.


Provehito In Altum

]]> ~Apollo-Deathblade http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/28146266/ http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/28146266/ Wed, 04 Nov 2009 16:08:44 PST [link]Q185YBaodg&feature=SeriesPlayList&=A33989B65116A425

]]> ~Apollo-Deathblade http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/27936761/ http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/27936761/ Sat, 24 Oct 2009 08:09:30 PDT And I'll compensate your greed
With broken hearts

Sell, I'll sell your memories
For 15 pounds per year
But just the good days

Say, It'll make you insane
And its bending the truth
You're to blame
For all the life that you'll loose
And you watch this space
But I'm going all the way
And be your slave to the grave
I'm the priest god never paid

Hope, I hope you've seen the light
'Cause no one really cares
They're just pretending

Sell, I sell your memories
For 15 pounds per year
But you can keep the bad days

Say, It'll make you insane
And I'm bending the truth
You're to blame
For all the life that you'll lose
And you watch this space
And I'm going all the way
And be my slave to the grave
I'm the priest god never paid

]]> ~Apollo-Deathblade http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/27911197/ http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/27911197/ Thu, 22 Oct 2009 18:07:50 PDT
so,... i made an Rp room or just chat room the theme being the protomen or anything of such a nature like Shadow Run or george orwell's 1984 anthying dystopian futuristic and most importantly with 80s macheesmo flare! anyway, i thought this'd be a fun project,.. if not,.. oh well,..

[link]

]]> ~Apollo-Deathblade http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/27799231/ http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/27799231/ Fri, 16 Oct 2009 14:40:48 PDT [link] yet another fantastic horror themed indie group, more of a soft rock avant garde kind of thing,.. but i enjoy it,.. i think the singer was the dude from "The Notebook"??? anyway, these guys are good, not to mention the use of a children's choir of little kids in an actually effective way, which imo would be hard to do,.. once again kickass Halloween soundtrack option,...

P.S I LOVE YOU D! *hugs*

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]]> ~Apollo-Deathblade http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/27584009/ http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/27584009/ Sun, 04 Oct 2009 17:35:07 PDT
PROTOMEN FILM! the whole of all three rock operas translated over to a cinematic masterpiece think Streets of Fire meets 1984 or Metropolis i mean it doesn't have to be a huge budget flick, just enough for some 80s style special affects i mean that's how i see it, with a dated look like vintage or retro i guess you'd call it, the band should be in the film or at least over see its production, still i've seen the way Panther is on stage,(via Youtube) an i think he'd do wonderfully,..... and thats all ive got in my noggin for now,


Stay Safe
Stay Hopeful
Keep Control, Sincerely Apollo

PS I LOVE YOU HONEY

]]> ~Apollo-Deathblade http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/27447586/ http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/27447586/ Sun, 27 Sep 2009 11:54:10 PDT [link]

]]> ~Apollo-Deathblade http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/27377513/ http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/27377513/ Wed, 23 Sep 2009 15:32:59 PDT I am speaking figuratively of course.
Like the last time that I committed suicide.
(....Social suicide?)

Yeah.., so I'm already dead,
On the inside but I can still pretend... i suppose
But...on the upper hand. With my memories and photographs I have learned to love this life.

I want to know what its like to be un-awkward and not so innocent not so blind,
I want to know how it feels to be useful and pertinent and have common sense,yeah.
Let me in, let me into the club 'cause I want to belong,
And I need to be strong.
And if memory serves I'm addicted to music.
And that's useless...at this Moment .



I'm a mess I'm a wreck.
I am perfect and I have learned to accept,
All my problems and shortcomings 'cause I'm so visceral, yet deeply inept.

I want to thank you for being a part of my.
"Forgetmenots and miracles and other things that don't get old."

Is it legal to do this?
I surely don't know.
It's the only way I have learned to express myself,
Through other peoples descriptions of life.
I'm afraid, When I'm alone and I Feel entirely useless...


I believe that I can overcome this and beat everything in the end.
But I choose to abuse for the time being.
Maybe I'll win. But for now I've decided to wait.

Sweetheart you've been such a positive influence on my mental frame.

If I could ever repay you I would but I'm hard up for cash and my memory lacks
Initiative. Goddamn the clue store's closed I was so close to understanding why.
It hurts, it destroys and once again I am tired and hungry and totally useless...

]]> ~Apollo-Deathblade http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/27338500/ http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/27338500/ Mon, 21 Sep 2009 13:08:36 PDT [link]


^^^^another great independent group^^^^

CREATURE FEATURE, well i stumbled across these guys from my little brother, because he thought it would be some kind of Hardcore punk/metal band or whatever, he borrowed the CD from one of his doofy little pals who obviously lied to him about the contents of this disc,.. (it's a burned copy) but that's not the point The POINT is i really enjoy the dark synthpop jams that this group lays down,.. everything is perfectly executed not to mention it'd make a kickass Halloween party CD,.. anyway,.. pick up the record,.. and support these guys, they much like The Protomen in my opinion deserve our support,...

P.S

I LOVE YOU HONEY!! *hugs and Kisses* i cant wait to see you! ^.^

]]> ~Apollo-Deathblade http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/27291783/ http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/27291783/ Sat, 19 Sep 2009 01:19:45 PDT
I remember everything little thing, as if it happened yesterday

I was barely seventeen, and I once killed a woman with an electric guitar

I don't remember if it was a telecaster or a stratocaster
But I do remember that it had a heart of chrome, and a voice like a Fallen Angel
I don't remember if it was a telecaster or a stratocaster

But I do remember that it wasn't at all easy

It required the perfect combination of the right power chords
And the precise angel from which to strike!

The guitar bled for about a week afterwords
And the blood was Smooth,.. dark and rich, like wild berries
The blood of the guitar was chuck berry red
The guitar bled for about a week afterwords
But it rung out beautifully
And I was able to play notes that I had never even heard before

So I took my guitar
And I smashed it against the wall
I smashed it against the floor
I smashed it against the body of a Stupid cheerleader
Smashed it against the hood of a car
Smashed it against a 1981 Harley-Davidson
The Harley howled in pain
The guitar howled in heat!

And I ran up the stairs to my parents bedroom
Mother and Father were sleeping in the moonlight
Slowly I opened the door
Creeping in the shadows right up to the foot of their bed
I raised the guitar high above my head
And just as I was about to bring the guitar crashing down upon the center of the bed
My Mother woke up, screaming "stop!
Wait a minute. stop it boy. what do you think your doing?!"
That's no way to treat an expensive musical instrument
And I said in a calm tone, "God damn,.. your really that blind,
You know..,you've got a hell of a lot to learn about rock and roll!"

and with that,... it was over

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]]> ~Apollo-Deathblade http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/26522141/ http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/26522141/ Tue, 11 Aug 2009 08:06:20 PDT Puzzled and amused.
Why did Father give these humans free will?
Now they're all confused.

Don't these talking monkeys know that Eden has enough to go around?
Plenty in this holy garden, silly monkeys
Where there's one you're bound to divide it right in two.

Angels on the sideline,
Baffled and confused.
Father blessed them all with reason,
And this is what they choose?

Monkey killing monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground.
Silly monkeys.
Give them thumbs, they forge a blade,
And where there's one they're bound to divide it right in two.

Monkey killing monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground.
Silly monkeys.
Give them thumbs, they make a club to beat their brother down.
How they've survived so misguided is a mystery.
Repugnant is a creature who would squander the ability
To lift an eye to heaven, conscious of his fleeting time here.

Gotta divide it all right in two.

Fight till they die over sun, over sky,
They fight till they die over sea, over air,
They fight till they die over blood, over love,
They fight till they die over words, polarizing.

Angels on the sideline again,
Benched along with patience and reason.
Angels on the sideline again,
Wondering where this tug of war will end.

soon it'll be all right in two....

]]> ~Apollo-Deathblade http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/25522028/ http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/25522028/ Wed, 24 Jun 2009 16:34:06 PDT
My words but a whisper -- your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
the tidal destruction
the moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
the newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
your suntan does rapidly peel and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today -- and you
shake your head and
say it's a shame.

Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.

See there! A son is born -- and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
We'll
make a man of him
put him to trade
teach him
to play Monopoly and
to sing in the rain.

The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water --
as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other --
as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling --
but the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping -- their warm breath clouding
in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.

And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.

The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:
the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.
The young men of the household have
all gone into service and
are not to be expected for a year.
The innocent young master -- thoughts moving ever faster --
has formed the plan to change the man he seems.
And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.

And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.

What do you do when
the old man's gone -- do you want to be him? And
your real self sings the song.
Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam --
and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.

LATER.
I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.
So come on all you criminals!
I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man --
twenty years too late.
Your bread and water's going cold.
Your hair is too short and neat.
I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.

You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone -- you meet the stares.
You're unaware that your doings aren't done.
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
I see you shuffle in the courtroom with
your rings upon your fingers and
your downy little sidies and
your silver-buckle shoes.
Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol
who lets you bend the rules.

So!
Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super crooks
and show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you?
Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.

You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are --
and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
And you wonder who to call on.

So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
They're all resting down in Cornwall --
writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual.

LATER.
See there! A man born -- and we pronounce him fit for peace.
There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
We'll ~Apollo-Deathblade http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/25045371/ http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/25045371/ Sun, 31 May 2009 06:05:21 PDT
Today I learned Nietzsche has a mustache that shares a stunning resemblance to a buffalo.

]]> ~Apollo-Deathblade http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/25027444/ http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/25027444/ Sat, 30 May 2009 05:38:55 PDT SOOOO, instead of mourning i have decided to ask YOU, or anyone of you who gives a damn, What type of musical device (NO IPODS) should i purchase, my spending limit is somewhere around $100-$200

PEACE

Dr. malicious T. Randall

AKA josh

]]> ~Apollo-Deathblade http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/24822648/ http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/24822648/ Mon, 18 May 2009 13:30:27 PDT by giving you no time instead of it all
'till the pain is so big you fell nothing at all



They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
they hate you if your clever and they despise
the fool
'till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow
their rules



When they tortured and scared you for 18 odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear

A working class hero is something to be

Keep it dope with religion and sex and t.v.
And you think you're so clever and classic and free
But "you're still fucking peasant's as far as i can see"

A working class hero is something to be

There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you wanna be like the folks on the hill
-Lennon

]]> ~Apollo-Deathblade http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/24439642/ http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/24439642/ Sun, 26 Apr 2009 05:29:42 PDT All I know is the day.
All I see is the light.
Please just feed me ether and breathe your warmth into throat to save me from my ever-martyred heart.
Covers and sheets are my escape.
But I hear you call my name from walls.
You look so good exposed in shades of light.
I'll wrap your love around me.
This will be my rediscovery.
This will be my revelation.
This will be my revolution.

I loosen the tension I feel
as well as my tongue.
Rise to where the air is rare.
So watch as our souls mixed fill the sky tonight cause "where we're going we don't need roads"

]]> ~Apollo-Deathblade http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/23928679/ http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/23928679/ Sat, 28 Mar 2009 05:59:35 PDT A welfare child where the teamsters dwell.
The last one born, the first one to run.
My dad was blind from the refinery sun.

My generation is zero.
I never made it as a working class hero.
21st century breakdown.
I once was lost but never was found.
I think I'm losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline.

I was made of poison and blood.
Condemnation is what I understood.
From Mexico to the Berlin wall.
Homeland security could kill us all.

My generation is zero.
I never made it as a working class hero.
21st century breakdown.
I once was lost but never was found.
I think I'm losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline.

We are the cries of the class of thirteen.
Born in the era of humility.
We are the desperate and in the decline.
Raised by the bastards of 1969.

My name is Samuel, the long lost son.
Born on the 4th of July.
Raising the bygones of heroes and cons.
Left me for dead or alive.
There is the war that's inside my head
That questions the results and lies.
While breaking my back til I'm damn near well dead.
When enough ain't enough to survive.

I am a nation, a worker, a pawn.
My debt to the status Quo.
The scars on my hands are a means to an end.
It's all that I have to show.

I'm taking a loan on my sanity.
For the redemption of my soul.
Well I am exempt from this tragedy and the 21st century fall.

Praise, Liberty
The freedom to obey
It's a song that strangles me
Well, don't cross the line

Oh dream, American dream.
I can't leave and see from rainstorms 'til dawn.
Oh bleed, America bleed.
Believe what you read from heroes and cons.

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i keep reminding myself of all the good in this world, but, its no longer working

the only thing i can do, is wait until Apr.10 thats when i get to go and see D

but things aren't so great so far.. i keep thinking what the hell is my problem it feels

like im on some sort of psychedelic drug that makes me feel really damn anxious

and sick and frustrated all at once my head is pounding even faster than my heart

i feel like my head is imploding can nothing stop this feeling, i'm sorry honey i really am i feel so awkward BUT WHY!!!!??


i want nothing more than to escape


I LOVE YOU D..

]]> ~Apollo-Deathblade http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/23528706/ http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/23528706/ Wed, 04 Mar 2009 17:33:35 PST

wish me luck,


I LOVE YOU D!

]]> ~Apollo-Deathblade http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/23445023/ http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/23445023/ Sat, 28 Feb 2009 05:11:26 PST and as far as things are going from an artistic standpoint,.. im in a bit of a slump


but what does being 18 mean besides Voting, cigarettes lottery tickets and legal arrest

responsibility conjures freedom or so I'm told I'm still confused

maybe i can get a hold of this if i have some more ideas to work on


what does growing up mean/or meant to YOU?


P.S I LOVE YOU D *huggles*

]]> ~Apollo-Deathblade http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/22857956/ http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/22857956/ Wed, 28 Jan 2009 06:16:24 PST
so, if the cost of a day at home is shoveling the driveway which has been coated in its own wintery hell, then i guess its worth it

]]> ~Apollo-Deathblade http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/22843217/ http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/22843217/ Tue, 27 Jan 2009 12:58:31 PST [link]-EDjXWBcR8

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and i found THIS [link]

Claudio Sanchez(one of my many hero's) is writing a musical/rock opera this is a working title song from it more than likely from the point of view of one of the main character's i really hope it reveals itself to be something more than just an idea of his



LYRICS:

I'm no savior your favorite sinner instead, could call me friend
I'm not crazy, just might be stupid, dear hell, just let me kill
there are no right words to fill all the holes inside my head
there are no memories worth remembering

go tell them the right things don't be scared
the devils got nothing on you so why should you care?
we'll all be dead again
you cant cure me, doctor please
if it makes me happy then, why cant you believe me?
I'm the void, I'm the end of living

I'm just laughing at your book, scream staggers so run
I'll catch you when I'm done
oh i'm not crazy oh yeah, I'm stupid so hell
just let me kill

there are no right words to fill all the holes inside my head
there are no memories worth remembering

so tell them the right things don't be scared
the devils got nothing on you so why should you care?
we'll all be dead again
you cant cure me, doctor please
if it makes you happy then, why cant you believe me?
I'm the void, I'm the end of living

I'm the void, I'm the end of living

]]> ~Apollo-Deathblade http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/22486587/ http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/22486587/ Fri, 09 Jan 2009 12:07:19 PST [link]

1. i found this gold netnugget by typing in randomness into the search bar



2. The Resolutions of the Resolute.‏

As the new year begins we pause to reflect on all the things that happened in the Year of Our Lord 2008:

- We began the year in the midst of a losing battle with facial hair.

- We travelled to Detroit, where our calzones froze to the bottom of our ill-insulated tour bus.

- We travelled to Dragoncon and killed a man with our rock fury (Old Greg, you will be missed).

- We traveled to Chicago, New York and Los Angeles only to find that as big as they are, the real rock and roll kids live in Greenville, North Carolina.

- We were brutally attacked by a grown man in a Gumby costume while playing Kenny Loggins.

- The Merchant Fell.

- The Thundercon Fell*.

- Demon Barber Fell*.

- Gas Prices Fell (after we’d finished touring for the year).

- Doug Fetterman stayed fallen.

But after all this, we end this year on a high note. We’d like to thank the Nashville Scene for making it official:
The Protomen are a big deal.

However, Big Deal or No Deal, Howie, this year will not be won easily. Even now, like a pair of T-Rexes attacking a camper in a movie devoid of Sam Neil, the second battle begins:

News from the Department of Destroying the Competition:
The Deli Magazine has thrown down yet another gauntlet. We have decided to take the challenge, for… what choice do we have but to defend our honor.
Help us show the world that the members of The Protomen Army are nothing if not internet voting machines.

Here is your task, fair allies:
This is easy -
Go Here [link]
Click the little dot next to The Protomen.
Rinse and Repeat…well, not really the “Repeat” part, since it’s a one time vote. But you should certainly Rinse.

Know that the spoils of this war would greatly aid in the development of Act II.

Tell your friends.
Tell your neighbors.
Go to your Grandmother’s house and guide her feeble tech-inept hands to the cyber-voting booth, tell her we’re the Ronny Reagan of Rock and Roll.

We must destroy the competition. Otherwise they’re just going to come back again in 6 months with another poll.
It ends here, Comrades.
It ends now.

News from the Act II front:
Our newest ally, Alan Shacklock (you may know him from such past projects as “The Protomen present Father of Death - the 7 inch Single“. I think he’s done other things as well, but his credentials aren’t in front of me right now. They keep telling us that he's like the Mexican Sultan of Swat, or something.) has joined us for the whole of Act II. This will be the most fierce and terrifying creation the Protomen have ever created after promising it for 3 years. And the most anticipated, to boot.
Don’t worry kids, when the frost breaks, you shall have your vengeance.

News from the office of the “Keep Supporting The Protomen by Buying Stuff Dept”:

“Heath Who Hath No Name” will now be known as “Heath Who Hath Decided To Retire His Trusty Hollow-body Ibanez Guitar.”

See the full story….HERE. [link]

News from the Bureau of Bookings:

These are the scheduled battles of the New Year:
Jan 10 - The End - DJ sets w/ Left Can Dance & MAVS - Nashville, Tennessee
Jan 13 - 527 Main Street - with Destroy Destroy Destroy - Murfreesboro, Tennessee
Jan 15 - The Exit/In - with Destroy Destroy Destroy - Nashville, Tennessee
Jan 16 - MERCY LOUNGE 6TH ANNIVERSARY - Nashville, TN
Jan 17 - Halfway to Forecastle Festival *ALL AGES* @ Green Building - Louisville, Kentucky

We’ve only got 4 more years until the Mayan Calendar runs out…Let’s make them count.

-Panther

* more on this later.

]]> ~Apollo-Deathblade http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/22448337/ http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/22448337/ Wed, 07 Jan 2009 08:50:10 PST
when my little brother taps me on the shoulder and calmly recites "dude, snow day" so i smile scruff the little gremlin's hair and jump on DA!

]]> ~Apollo-Deathblade http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/22414009/ http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/22414009/ Mon, 05 Jan 2009 12:48:34 PST
other than that,.. its been pretty Sucktacular!

]]> ~Apollo-Deathblade http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/22377765/ http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/22377765/ Sat, 03 Jan 2009 16:19:25 PST His mother said I know all you wanna do is play but can't you see what's going on?,
She said
"It's not about you anymore,
It's not about you anymore!.
It's not about you anymore!!,
It's not about you anymore!!!
It's not about you anymore!!!!,
It's not about you anymore!!!!!"

And so he stayed and played at home until they burned it down.
And when he had no bench to sit on he would just sit on the ground.
And when he held his wounded friend in his arms and death was all around.
He said,
It's not about me anymore,
It's not about me anymore!
It's not about me anymore!!
It's not about me anymore!!!
It's not about me anymore!!!!!,
It's not about me anymore!!!!!!.

Oh Mother, I could die a hero and bring glory to our home.
And what would you do in a house full of glory if you had to live there alone,
Live there alone, live there alone...
So I'd rather play this song.
I want to die playing, I want to die playing ,
I want to die playing, I want to die playing!
I want to die playing, I want to die playing!!
I want to die playing, I want to die playing!!!
I want to die playing, I want to die playing!!!!
I want to die playing, I want to die playing!!!!!
I want to die...

]]> ~Apollo-Deathblade http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/22373688/ http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/22373688/ Sat, 03 Jan 2009 12:36:42 PST (sad Face) but for the most part she is better now,. which is good
now for the (sort of part)

ok, my comp is fixed yes, Without anyones HELP i'm looking at you outsourced tech support!(in reality those guys are very helpful most of the time) BUT, i'm having trouble connecting to our modem, i entered all of the passcodes correctly,.. im connected,with limited access T.T, if there are any techies out there who wish to shed ANY wisdom drop me a line right now im hooked up to an Ethernet cable....joy

]]> ~Apollo-Deathblade http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/22143696/ http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/22143696/ Tue, 23 Dec 2008 14:25:31 PST
GOOD NEWS: im going to see my wife in 2 days! tomorrow is our annaversary

]]> ~Apollo-Deathblade http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/22100212/ http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/22100212/ Sun, 21 Dec 2008 10:20:57 PST [link]

so i was bored and stumbled across this little youtube gem the only bad show they used was D&D in my opinion,.. it made me sort of almost remember my childhood before 9 years old,..why i cant remember is beyond me,.. but either way,..

think of it as some weird christmas gift..from some strange kid

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]]> ~Apollo-Deathblade http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/22018269/ http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/22018269/ Tue, 16 Dec 2008 15:46:15 PST Trapped inside this roll of disillusion
I found out what it takes to be a man
Well,Mom and Dad will never understand

Secrets collecting dust but never forget
skeletons come to life in my closet

I found out what it takes to be a man
Well,Mom and Dad will never understand
What's happening to me

Seventeen and on my own for the first time
I finally figured out myself for the first time
I found out what it takes to be a man
Mom and Dad will never understand
what they're doing to me

]]> ~Apollo-Deathblade http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/21958538/ http://Apollo-Deathblade.deviantart.com/journal/21958538/ Sat, 13 Dec 2008 05:37:32 PST
Here is an exciting opportunity from Black Sheep Fellowship, an artist
management group.

Read on for further details and if you meet the qualifications feel
free to apply, this is YOUR chance to help your favorite band on a
whole new level!

FANS OF COHEED & CAMBRIA? NEED AN INTERNSHIP? YES, YOU!

Black Sheep Fellowship is looking for a couple of motivated interns
that can help us get crucial information out to fans like you!

We need an organized person that understands the Internet, anywhere
from social networking sites to music fan sites and blogs.

We also need a person that understands banners and how to create them.
NO, not just the technical aspects, but someone who is creative and
understands how to make art appealing to music loving people like
yourself.

What you need to know:
+You must reside in the Hollywood area. This will allow you to check in
and report with us and in turn we can provide you with guidance and
suggestions.

What we are looking for in you:
+Passion for music!
+Good personality – we like where we work and you should be a good fit
and vice versa.
+Commitment of at least 4 hours a day for 2 days a week.
+You need your own computer and internet access.
+Be able to stay on target, understand timelines and be proud of the
work you do.

If you’re interested, give us the following:
+Resume required, cover letter recommended.
+Reasons why you want to become an intern with us.
+Proof of your work (if available).
+Your MySpace or Facebook link.
+Your Availability Schedule

What we can provide:
+Hands on experience.
+Career advice.
+College Credit (recommended but not necessary).
+A fun environment that will help you grow personally and professionally.

Deadline:
Submissions by December 30, 2008

Contact information:
alex@blacksheepfellowship.com

]]> ~Apollo-Deathblade