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 Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 2:03 pm
   Motley says: Alright, I just randomly doodled this while listening to Nikki Sixx's The Heroin Diaries.
From his new band, Sixx: AM.
It's a really amazing CD, that goes with his book, The Heroin Diaries.
Can you tell he was a heroin addict?
Anyway, the book and the CD go into his spiraling addiction to heroin.
And I was listening to the first track, Christmas In Hell.
Which is just Nikki reading an entry in his diary from a Christmas in 1986.
The words are in the picture, but I'll post them as well, 'cause it might be a bit hard to read.
It's not all of the words in the first track, but most of them.
I'll post all of them, just because.
As for the art, it wasn't meant to be perfect, and I kinda wanted imperfection anyway.
But still, comments and tips on how to make it better are welcomed. ^_^
 Kthanxbai.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 2:04 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 2:08 pm
Motley says: And here are the words to X-Mas In Hell.
Kthanxbai. December 25th, 1986 - Van Nuys.
Merry Christmas.
That's what people say at Christmas, right?
Except normally they have someone to say it to.
They have friends and family,
And they haven't been crouched naked under a Christmas tree
with a needle in their arm like an insane person in a mansion in Van Nuys.
They're not out of their minds, they're not writing in a diary,
And they're definitely not watching their holiday spirit coagulate in a spoon.
I didn't speak to a single person today.
I figured why should I ruin their ******** Christmas.
I've started a new diary and this time I have a few new reasons.
One, I have no friends left.
Two, so I can read back and remember what I did the day before.
And three, so if I die, at least I leave a nice little suicide note of my life.
It's just me and you, diary. Welcome to my ******** up life.
Nobody would believe the s**t that happens in my head, it's haunted.
Now that I've come down from the drugs
it seems like a sick play that I saw in a theater somewhere.
Thirty minutes ago, I could've killed someone.
Or better yet, myself.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 2:09 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 3:29 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 4:48 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 6:12 pm
eek
*hides in corner crying*
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 6:52 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 6:38 pm
that book looks interesting, i might read it after im done with a thousand splendid suns.
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2007 9:53 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2007 5:47 pm
very nice.... the style and mood really matches with the meaning of the dairy entry!
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 9:23 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 3:08 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 3:10 am
Hmm, what an entry for a journal.
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