Good to be alive
destiny to choose end
laugh to death is faith


Hello my name is Rokko, every thing that has happen it seems to be a waste of time weather it was done by you or some thing done to you, every thing i have written all has made no sense but yet at the end of my own life it will, Just like everyone...

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How much time can go by without the realizing the world that we use to know is gone?
Did we fall into a dream where it seems real, the reason we can live is we are being fed through some tube that we cant see or even feel because we are eating in our dream? The years had gone by without me doing any thing to live out my youth, just like the flow of water I watched my friends die ether by drinking them selves to death or drugged. I'm not alone with this I know every one had that friend, old and new. Now that I'm physically alone it helps me think and reflect on how I can live yet I wont change, I wont mange my life just some random people can acknowledge me and approve me. Nothing is forever, I'm glad for that I want to write a story and so I will.

ADBD maybe its double

Happy New Years!!!!
Random people that enjoy a random read, thus I will report that i'm still alive.

Weird stuff that happens when you shut your self in for a good while, one, you have extreme and random conversation with the television and games you play.
Two, being away from people you talk too seems to be going out of town just cause of money problems, drugs and drinking. Though they don't have to move out for short period of time to kick out the habits and raise up the money, yet it works better to confine themselves to somewhere where the temptations can't reach them.
Three, Even though you have a huge pile of mess you must organize, you run out of things to do but then you realize you have hobbies.

Construct or not to, did someone or something got to be in the way? Or its just your self in a monster suit or you are the wall, it would be way more devilish if it's your self in the way of your creative flow. Yet everybody that has creative flow should be able to over come that wall or "stuck" people like to call it, wonder if someone must do something extreme to unleash the creative juices. i mean majority of the time i must force my self to write, i don't even write that much just a few words and thus my madness grows just like a virus and just like a virus it mutates to adapt to new cures.
On that note I realize my writing is mostly rants on whats wrong with the world, but really i want to write about stories and maybe to add more to horror movies.

Cheers to all the people in the world, happy new years.


Dear friends
My brothers have suffered, lost love ones, dying from unknown illness, the tragic love stories that plagued there lives and then left to wonder in their own drug induced minds. Yes, indeed its horrible but out of despair we found a new fellow, this man is different same as us but from a different universe. It was alright.

Do see? The fall into madness, where we withering and die despite being healthy in body, mind and soul. See the fall, see the ruin, feel the aw as you watch your brothers slip into their own entrapment drug infused cage like brain.