And You See Me Stepping Out In The Morning Looking Nice, With A Ribbon In My Hair.

I've always said I feel a bit left out not having been brought up with a strong sense of culture and tradition.
But I've come to realise I've found my own culture to belong to. Everytime I shave my head, every time I lace up my DMs, every coloured needle I've had peirce my skin, every piece of metal through my flesh is part of a tradition seeped in history. I am very proud of who I am, and I am very proud of the people who came before me.

-Dagger.

I Want To Do Bad Things To You.

Fuck you punk.

My mum is making a cake and she's letting me lick the bowl.
I love life.

-Dagger.

Still Ill.

I'm trying to act like a normal functioning human being but can't quite work out how.

So, instead I'm sitting here at 1:23 in the morning listening to really angry punk music and watching lesbian porn.

I tried to express myself somewhat within the conventional forms of writing last night and I have a sinking feeling to most people I was still pretty incomprehensible. So viva la thought vomit.
Anarchy rules.

-Dagger.