Identity theft

Good morning folks. Yesterday I was spending a portion of my day doing what I usually do. Searching for Spawn of Possession merch and shit. There is a band I really really want to support. I generally support bands by buying clothing now other than buying music. I can download their music off the net. But I can't download clothing. Anyways. I had been looking for it for a while because their site has been down for as long as I can remember. But I be fucked if I didn't find it yesterday and place an order right away. It was a t-shirt CD order combo. Both their album Noctambulant and the shirt for twenty eight bucks including shipping. Haha it seemed really cheap to me after I ordered that shirt yesterday for twenty five by Psycroptic. Then again they are in Australia. Anyways. That picture is the what will be on front of the Spawn of Possession shirt. I have to say. Out of all musical genres, metal puts the most detail and work into their designs.

Their shirts look far better then say any from a shitty pop indie rock whatchamacallit. I am thinking about giving away the Spawn of Possession album I get. Because it isn't important to me like it is some people to have the actual CD itself. I should give it to Jaime. Her first real Death Metal album mine as well be one of the best, if not the best ever written. It is hilarious. My Grandma was just listening to her messages on the answering machine. because when she is out and on the call display I know it is for her, I let the answering machine take it. Mine as well let technology do better then I would with a pen and paper. But anyways, she talks to the answering machine. Answering questions asked and confirming with yes or no. Or even expressing remorse to it because someone told her from the church that someone they had been praying for died. Now I know what you are thinking right now. "You mean prayer doesn't work?? He still died??" Yes kids. God doesn't exist. If he does, death doesn't really matter to him because as I would hope you have figured out now.

All things die. Including you. We are all dying. Just at varying rates. We all want to cling onto the current journey we are in for some reason. Everyone is afraid of what might or might not be next. I am not really. I just don't want a rediculously painful death. Though my lifestyle is almost guaranteeing it. I think my chances of getting lung cancer are quite good. Or bad. Depending on how you look at it. But I always have the option to exercise my own euthenasia. Which should be legal in my opinion. As soon as your quality of life is just misery and pain, we should have that choice. My choice of life or death should not be legislated by any government, anywhere. Anyways, I am tired of writing. I miss you darling. I hope you all have a lovely day. Cheers!