I'm Matt
I'm going to be 20 this coming Januaray
I live near Binghamton, in NY
I obviously love music... hence the Purevolume account
I like meeting new people, so feel free to send me a message
Since I was born I guess I wasn't your ordinary child. My family said that I was a gift from God. It was later explained to me that I was the perfect little boy. I've grown up like most people do, well... let me rephrase that. I've continued to age throughout the years like most people do. However, my life has been a vast journey, but yet contained in such a small space. I wouldn't say I'm a big fish in a little pond, I'm a fish in a pond like everyone else. I just know how to swim better, and I need some more places to swim to. Call me a master of metaphors and a swordsman of similies, basically I'm a wordsmith. I love reading and writing, and practice my talents quite frequently. I have this passion for being optimistic... I know it's silly, why not be a deliberate negative thinker like so many people out there in the world? I enjoy long walks on the beach, deep conversations, envigora--- oops! Nevermind that. I am proud to say that I'm a fashion connoisseur. Compared to most guys I've known in my life, my wardrobe usually doubles or even triples the size of theirs. I don't know why I love style and clothes but I do, I guess this is where I say you can take it or leave it (something to that effect).
"I could start this one off like all the other authors do, but I'm not another author. This is my piece damnit! Mine! So why in God's name can't I begin how I so choose.
It's been days now. Since what you might be thinking, obviously I'm going to tell you. Everything in a story must lead to something else. Days since it's stopped, like I began before. What is 'it' you may ask? I'm as unsure as you. However, I do feel it more than hear it. Well at first I could only hear it, but it's becoming a part of me. That's why I have to get these words down. So whoever is reading this don't just throw it back to the damn ground! Take heed to this next phrase.
"Ring around the rosey, pocket full of posey, ashes, ashes, we'll burn burn burn."
Shhh... quiet child.
If you listen like you should you'll hear it. The voice is so comforting, but the dialoge is so concerning. It sounds like my lover is whispering it in my ear. Every few hours, minutes, seconds, or whatever the time. All other ambiance is nullified and again I hear it.
Slowly my cold heart has started burning. I can the heat all the time. The burn burn burn gets worse and worse! I want to believe that it's my ember of desire igniting my soul, however this is no figurative feeling. It's not emotion. My skin is literally on fire. The cindering won't halt in the slightest. It's becoming exponentially worse as I write of it. I beg of you to cast your eyes away from my corpse.
A rigar mortis form of my carapace is how I assume you'll find me, as well as this letter. This is not my doing; you must realize that supernatural forces are working. I needn't have to tell you this again, but my chest...
pS - Plese let her kno that i..."
- A transcribed statement. From a piece of singed parchment found gripped in the hands of a Mr. Gunther Tillman, Patient #89167 of East Benton Psychiatric Ward. Mr. Tillman was pronounced dead at 0800Hrs due to unknown causes, thus far. It's the third consecutive patient who's describing the presence of an omniscient voice.
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AYYitskaybear
Mm same. Just enjoying the fall weather while it
lasts. It\'s def going to get frosy real soon!
posted Nov 13
AYYitskaybear
Thank you for adding! Whuddup? :]
posted Nov 08
Kellynn!
i\'ve been good. & you? =]
posted Jun 05
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hewooo =] *wavewaves* thnx 4 la add : ) howa you? :
) x
posted Jun 04