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

Burst foreth from this gaping wound. A tattered reminder of mans waste. The Devils reign over such todry things. I like it when the scream. An abundance of filth and fine lace. Come see the peep show of horror. Mutilate and Masticate Everything We Know! Erupt from the guts of a virgin whore. Sluts on parade. Can you belive the things we do. Sexual Desolation. And we fear the goods Sodom sold. Gods punishment he should have delieverd onto thyself. Mutilate and Masticate The Skin We are Buried In! Splatter upon the cold tile floor. Murder for hire. Like a child playing in the mud. Sour deeds and suger tears. Like a lizards kiss. Threatin the afterbirth. And abort the Second Coming. Down the drain for another day. Mutilate and Masticate the Procreation of Propaganda. What do we have to do. To find the equilibrium. Spining in this gyroscopic hallucinogenic dream. Just waiting for the fool to press the button. Come watching the mushroom glow and grow. Whiping the smile of her face. Sorry mother... Forgive us for the things we do Mutilate and Masticate The Remander. I.R.M. 04/06/07

Good Friday To Die On Self seclusion with a need to self doubt. Suffocated by the hands of shadowed regret. Knowing that ever mistake made is only a precursor to the next big fuck up. Wavering need to disembowel, tearing away the skin fragile. And the pain in your back is just the hook the dug in deep. Keeping us on the butcher block line. Cut me, Kill me, Suck me, Eat me, leaving the bones the fat and the gristle for your dogs to chew on. Chew on this! My enemies are the ones left standing. My weapons are the thoughts left brewing. I can rise up, I can rip your filthy shit down. Hate! With all this warped hatred that remains inside me I can feel the light of personal salvation blooming like a mushroom cloud. Wiping you all off the black and blue face of this world. Hear me scream from my own shadow, cowling over the factories of flagellation. Trample the roses of vindication, the graves of the proud and the few. To many to count already fallen. Waste of life. Waste of time ticking along like a bone-saw. Cockroach holocaust tripping like a headcase. Sewer effects on the slow-motion capture device. Lagging behind the technorganic evilution. A prospect for the cure all solution. Genocide in a can! 10% with your skin ticket coupon. While species last. Read the fine print, more lies then truths. Everyone is a target. Keep on moving. Shake off the little red dot. Cast off the chains. Don't let yourself down, when there are better people to disappoint. And on that fateful day there rises up a skeletal figure shrouded in black... And its name was Inevitability. I.R.M. 06/04/07 A Balled Born In The Decline Penchant for the more Morose of time and faith. The inevitable feeling of a more expedient decline. Do all that we can to hasten the process. In the sweetist slumber we countinue our demise. Unknowingly, unenthused. And now as the conclusion hurtles up toward us I ask a question. Do we not submit to this? If this is fate do we not bow to its unwavering stature? Are we not but cogs and wheels in a devise most foul? Come not as you were but as you are molded into. A quick break of the neck and the rope snaps tight. Listen to the sound of the blood gushing in your ears. Most numbing the feeling. Most dark the sensation. Exicution but the means of embilical castration. Swinging in the wind, pungint in death. There is but one thing which keeps my heart beating. There is but one person that keeps my couse steady and true. And for this I speak out and sing aloud, if only it be a mere whisper in her ear. Truth, emotion, the value of my soul and theres. And as god stares down upone me with disgust and anathema. He knows that soon his talon like grip on the weak and misguided shall waver and break away. Letting the children of the free and clear, wash over this ruined world like anti-bodys in the wind of disease. But we shall stand above the rubel that he as left. Smiling in the light soon to come. I.R.M. 04/09/06

Such trepadations you do incur. An exictance inside a hole of inferiority. Let not your weakend flesh shiver so lightly in the cold of a pre-dawn crash. Chemical introjection, like all the lucid dreams we lived before. Knowing that your heart may give out and your brain may shatter. Steadfast into the pandemonium, such souls we do depart. This is the working plan for the chapel worms, writhing under there catacoms. Please flog me again with your sick words of devotion. Let me feel all that is to be ignored. Human desires, Integrity of truth, freedom of evolution. And they dare ask why there children wish to be numb. Continue your endless journey into the presagious. Let the light of knowledge guide you true. Welcome the needles of a new found sensation. Let the sink in deep, pierce you slowly. Its all worth it. The blood you shed today will bloom the flowers of tomorro. Such trepadations we do indure. I.R.M. 03/28/07

Broken Arms Pollitcal penitration. Unjust in every cause. Violence outstanding. Another way to keep the black and blue on the blue coller. Carrie on keeping the war machine turning freely. We are the greese in the gears. From the sattilite transmission we get the filterd truths. Hammers crash, triggers pulled someones child falls. With all this travisties the people are told to keep the faith and pride in the system fucked. Left wing Right wing this is all flying way out of control. Theres not right nor wrong just the burning debris. Insurrection, a word never used. Rebelion is but a fantasy of the past. Unjust in every way. I.R.M. 03/09/07 Stomach Pains and Ant-Acid Waking dreams a wastful thought of what was just an empulse. Mixing nural chemical induction pushing me off the edge. And as I open my weary eyes I see things I wish not there. I feel the creeping. I feel the cold over my clamy skin. Once again I feel lost in my own twisted mind. Only to in the pain of day. The world beating me down a little bit more. Picking at me little by little until nothing is left but these skeletal remains. And now the beast inside me grows again. Wanting to do all the things I repress. A dark need to devoir and horrible urge to destroy. Fucked and forked over burning embers. A toiling termoil on the turnstyle of terrany. You are all being raped, cant u feel it? You all fucked beyond all comprehencible recognition, dont u deny it! I wish for the padded room, where I used to be. The long comfy days of the voices dulled. I long for the release and the realization that nothing really is as it supposed to be. Lies upon moldy lies. Trivial in every goddamn way. At least I have no more ego to bruse. I.R.M. 03/14/07 Things look up slighly only cause now I have arms that embrace me and lips to calm me. but I still feel this world emcompasing its filth upon me. The anguish of not achieving and working which is fucked up cause I dont want to work some menial position but I know I need to so that I can maintain my so called life. I watch the world though my lcd lie machine, media is mixed up upon itself. should they not keep perspective and show us reality and not the corporate munipulation and politcal agendas? Maby I ask to much and do to little, I know that most of the people out there have allready been brainwashed and subjected to the pop culture virus. Maby watching the world destroy its self will better then television.

Disenfranchised (a matter for the courts) Disenfranchised. Once again standing at the presapiss of my own indecisiveness. I watch and learn and repeat the same mistakes. Dare not pass judgement onto me, I have passed it myself. Complete with the regrets I'll wake up with tomarro. But I live as I am. Scaveging on the world around my undug grave. I shall survive. If the wish me to or not. But then again. Here I am, a faded image. Here I am, the peice of trash u never pick up. Floating around the bedroom floor. But then again.... My doing is my own. Disenfranchised. I.R.M. 02/13/07 "Stop feeling so exposed. Put some pants on and go outside. The monster under ur bed will be there tomarro. Theres always a reason why not to wake up. Shit stinks.... cheak your shoes!" A Plan To Realize Broken dreams, the fault my own. Childish ambitions leave me with a hollow regret. The world has fed us all these things of which only the fortunite can have. The fame, the fortune, the outlandish event. Greed is out pride and our pride is our greed. Dont let this happen again, teach what mush be learned. I speak for I have the words in me. I scream for I have the stengh in my lungs. The day god came down from heaven was the day we lost our way. And the day we came of with democrisy was the day we subdued to hypocrisy. Broken dreams, the faults of our saviors. Ticking away on the clock of lies. So now we keep ourselves tranqulized and complacint. Waiting for the next big nothing. Now that I know that I am not alone. Part of a small cause, a infidecimal group of observers. Watching the world and its deformity. We incapculate idols of golden chains. Keep you down. Break free with me, wonder the world we brand new eyes. Once there was hate in my heart. Now there is sympathy for the lost and spite for the grim leaders we allow. If you can see, then speak. If you can speak, the say aloud all the things you want to change. But instead the ones who see are the ones blind. The ones who speak are the ones filled with lies. We are one in the same. I know u read these words I can feel your heart be true. I only hope you know. We are far from alone. I.R.M. 02/16/07

Disenfranchised. Once again standing at the presapiss of my own indecisiveness. I watch and learn and repeat the same mistakes. Dare not pass judgement onto me, I have passed it myself. Complete with the regrets I'll wake up with tomarro. But I live as I am. Scaveging on the world around my undug grave. I shall survive. If the wish me to or not. But then again. Here I am, a faded image. Here I am, the peice of trash u never pick up. Floating around the bedroom floor. But then again.... My doing is my own. Disenfranchised. I.R.M. 02/13/07

Caccoon Do u know me? Can u see or hear me? Does my presence come as a passing fog? Blow through u like a cold chill? Am I figment of this imagination? A image never truly seen. What a waste, shame I couldint be me. Living in a shadow growing mold. Living in the caccoon made of tears. Feel me decay. In ur cold dead hands. A pointint reminder that we are all what others make of us. Your own opinion makes no differince. Self delusion. Living in the light of the surpressors. Living in the caccoon made of tears. Head like a sponge, full of germs. Soul like a slate, cold black and blank. Driving like a nail into a brick. Bent and dull. Life in a caccoon of tears. I.R.M. 02/08/07 Do As It Has Been Done Chemicaly Imposed. Melting into cell like suger into water. Washing over my sences. Leaving me a floating death. A crime of one, working against yourself. Temptation, condemnation, attack against fouled values. Tied up in a world outside the box. Looking in. I am what they made me be. I like my shell today. I can feel my mind slip away. I.R.M 02/11/07

I awoken to the warmth of evil, covering my skin like the blanket I fell to sleep with. In the daze of the early morning haze I came to realize I was not alone. Standing, staring at the foot of my bed a glorious demon of ancient horrors. Piercing me with its fiery eyes, pushing me back into the trembling child afraid of the dark. After I came to realize I was not still lingering in a dream state I shook with the realization that this may be the end, this may be the beginning of my journey through hell. I asked in a quivering voice "What do u want from me?!" It stood there with all its malevolence, growling under its heavy breath. "I come to tear u from ur flesh, rip u away from bone!" Its voice rumbled thought my body like a deafening crack of thunder. "Why? How...?" I didn’t understand, why would such a vile creature want me? What did he mean? Then it began to dawn upon me, I have been asking for this my entire life practicing the dark arts, studying demonology. I invited it here. "You petty child of flesh, seek out the answers you can not hope to conceive. You Seek out the darkness like a child in search of sweets." He grumbled at me with spit filled force. I could feel my heart racing in my chest as if it were about to rupture from my rib cage. And as it reached out its long sharp fingers I struggled to run, but could not I was frozen in place a quivering mass of naked flesh. Grabbing at my throat and lifting my to the ceiling crushing me with its dark might. “You shall bare witness to the horrid workings of man, the inner dwellings of there minds and souls.” As he spoke I stared into its eyes and could see the wisdom and the hatred behind them. “You! Pathetic child of fairy tales and peasant lore, shall become a drifter in-between the realms.” And with a crash of his nails across my flesh an explosion of unimaginable pain I screamed with no sound and cried out for not a soul to hear. Lost, Lost in perpetual black. Hell on the inside. My demon has left me to float in-between the worlds, his promises of truth unfurled was but a lie. Alone in the end.

Waste, waking up again. Time, never to cease. Decline of my own being. Drawn out like a bohemian opera. Dancing in the minds of demons. Vicariously hangin on my own noose. Teetering on the edge of this old and rickety chair. Awaiting the fall. The sicking snap of bone, the calming numbness of oncoming death. These are the things they feed me. Regergatate. Not a memorie of what it was like before. Before the sound of lies reached my ears. Before my eyes saw the evil and sickness of a world twisted and deformed. Never a chance for innocints. Never free from my own darkend thoughts. I.R.M 01/31/07

"Through flesh and flower. Our time devoir. Like common waste. Rusted taste. Fragrint like bloods release. Until the eyes cease. I love what I become. This monster undone."