about Red

gasmask enthusiast. melancholic. horror freak. disturbed faggot. sad sack gamer.
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TRACKLIST - military precision // death squad // hard technology rock //
RETURN

hobbies - VIDEO GAMES, ESPECIALLY SHOOTERS AND SURVIVAL HORROR. WRITING + WEIRD ART. SPECIAL INTEREST IN NBC GEAR, GUNS AND TECH/MACHINES

music - POST-PUNK, DARKWAVE, GRUNGE, SLUDGE & INDUSTRIAL METAL

Coded by yours truly... feel free to inspect and snatch whatever bits you want.

I'm right back where I started I've got no destiny.

likes

rats
vanilla coke
grunge
robots
retro tech
coding
sadomasochism

i'm not good at introductions, or talking about myself at all, really. mostly because i'm very uncomfortable doing so. call me shy, or reserved maybe.

my name is Red. i've had other names in the past but they don't matter. occasionally non-verbal. flat affect most of the time. i'm gay af and a dumbass romantic.

other useless facts

i'm plagued with paranoia and anxiety like a mange-ridden jackrabbit.

i have a big fat sloppy crush on AM from "I have no mouth and I must scream"

i can't fucking stand HLVRAI or its fans.

THESE ARE MY POEMS...

DO NOT THINK I AM A GHOST

unfettered
I glide between walls
my flesh to me as an abstract leash
present yet intangible; a sigh
alive, dispassionate
hoping for a way to somehow bleed
lest I forget that I have blood at all

LEARNED BEHAVIORS

you carry it with you
lurking inside your ribs
festering in the deep brown marrow
eat up, eat up
your heritage
this virulent lineage
spoiling every soul you brush against

UNTITLED

something is wrong
something is wrong
I'm twisting at the waist
pivoting and bending
trying to see what the matter could be
I see nothing amiss and yet
something is wrong