About

The name's Vinny. I'm 19. I'm from pensacola florida. and quite frankly I dont give a flying ******** what you think about me. no but seriously I care. a little. ok so I just dont care. I'm a pain in your a** and you hate me. The only reason you are still breathing is because I allow it. by accepting this fact you have just been kicked in the balls (or vag). But on a more serious note, I'm a pretty chill person. I love art. music is my life. I play guitar. more specifically, Electric, Acoustic, and Bass. I also play keyboard and piano and do some drum work and vocals as well. I'm in 2 bands currently. Demonic Tendencies and Liminality. I'm a juggalo and a maggot as well. Dont ******** judge me or I'll chop your head off with my hatchet and make it into a mask to put on some poor, demented, neglected, orphan child while he feeds on your remains. I'm the Proud Ringmaster of Pensacola Wicked Clowns (PWC) and I dont like being ******** with. I'm pretty easy to get along with if you take into consideration my assholish nature and dry sense of humor. My friends mean everything to me and if you ******** with them you ******** with me. a true friend is someone you can call at 3 in the morning out of the blue and say you need them to drive 40 miles to bring you $1.75 because you want a ******** honey bun. sound absurd? then consider who your friends are. If you need something let me know. ill do my best to help you out. in return I only ask that you respect me and my wishes.





I like to write. Here are a few examples pulled from my myspace blogs.



Monday, August 31, 2009

Perfection
Current mood:Imperfect
The concept of perfection comes from ones desire to be everything they are not. Perfection is a personal opinion of ones self compared to those around them. To be "Perfect" is to be someone else meaning you yourself cannot be "Perfect".
-Vinny Sinn-


Wednesday, December 10, 2008

deep in thought
Current mood:deep in thought...


If you were offered the seed of happiness from an angel that lived in hell what would you do? would you accept this offer?

dream at the depth of afterlife as you are Split by needle point the moribundity of a tragicomedy...

the confusion of this world as you walk the path you desire its a rose colored catastrophe...

unfortunate person I can sell you a magnificent tragedy cheaply, would you care to try it?

someone else's misfortune tastes like honey that drips cruelty...What? did you think it wouldn't happen to you?

even if you fell into an unpredictable trap would you still believe?


what would you do to keep a promise?....what would you do for love?

two eyes split by moral diversion, through which shall I seek to tomorrow?
-Vinny Sinn-



Sunday, December 07, 2008

Liminality
Current mood:deep in thought
Liminality
, Inside and outside, Religious and Secular, Divine and worldly, Every society places the world in order through the concept of opposites, but these elements can never be separated into two whole and distinct parts. There will always be a grey area where distinctions blur into ambiguity, thus is liminality.
-Vinny Sinn-


Wednesday, October 22, 2008

just enough
If you spend too much time dwelling on what people said in the past you wont be ready for what comes in the future. But on the same note, if you completely ignore it you're likely to make the same mistakes again.
-Vinny Sinn-


Wednesday, July 30, 2008

the way i am.
I act like things dont bother me most of the
time. The truth is, everything bothers me. I try
to act tough because im afraid that if people
know what im really feeling, i'll embarrass
myself. I'm not as carefree as people think. At
night i think about all the things that ive done
and all the problems ive caused. I can only talk
to a couple people about this but when i write
Its so much easier. I can write and post it and
just forget about it unstead of trying to explain
myself, i let people figure it out for
themselves. I have forced myself to say i dont
care because if you say somethung enough you
start to believe it. I just want to act like im
in a long painful dream and hope to one day wake
up. thats all i have for this subject for now if
you want to give me something to write my
oppinion on then send me a message and i'll try
to get to them all.
-Vinny Sinn-



Wednesday, July 30, 2008

reallity of catastrophe’
i kinda havent told other people but the whole
dying part of cancer is becoming very real to me
and im scared to go to sleep because i dont want
the last moment i remember to be lying in some
bed.i know its not happening soon but it still
terrifies the s**t outta me because it could
happen.
-Vinny Sinn-


Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Age is just anotther number.
There is no such thing as age when concerned with

love. an 11 year old girl with a 14 year old guy,

a 16 year old guy with a 22 year old girl, a 25

year old woman and a 32 year old man, an 18 year

old guy with a 43 year old woman, love doesnt

desrciminate. My heart has been set on a timer to

explode and only she can stop it. people say we

cant be together. I have two words in response to

that, WATCH US. I think people are wrong to judge

but nobody cares what I think. As long as I have

free will, people cant stop me from loving who I

chose. No I'm not wrong, you are for trying to

keep me away from what i feel is right.
-Vinny Sinn-


Monday, July 07, 2008

Just go with it.
Current mood: pessimistic
I dont believe that you can be anything you want to be or do anything you want to do in life. I think that there are choices you have to make and life doesent always agree with what you want. You get a couple choices and if you make the wrong one you're stuck with it, and it screws up your chances of achieving your goal. My life has given me so few choices that I dont even care anymore. Whatever happens just happens and I accept that. I dont trust life anymore. I am therefore a pessimist and always look at the bad side of things first. It hasnt really made a difference though. Life still treats me the same. So in other words, dont waste your time trying to be something you will never be when you could be spending it trying to correct the mistakes that you previously made in life.
-Vinny Sinn-



Friday, November 23, 2007

trust
the world lies to us. it tells us that everyone should be perfect. some people believe the lies. I dont. I dont believe anyone is perfect. Anyone is capable of lying and to me thats the same as doing it. this is why i trust no one until I'ts proven that i can
-Vinny Sinn-



Sunday, November 18, 2007

your own worst enemy By: Vinny Sinn
Current mood: depressed

†As I sit here alone in this dark corner, I cant help but to think about it. About how it keeps calling me, convincing me to listen, to follow it into the darkness. About how it fills my ears with these ear splitting screams. About how it just ends lives as if they were never there. But, they were there. The pain that follows thier absence, the pain that lingers long after they have departed reminds us that they were with us. By some they are not remembered. Even so, they are not forgotten. Chills run down my spine as I suddenly remember how it took thousands of lives without remorse. I remember how they begged and pleaded for mercy, for it to spare them, for it to give them another chance. It didn't. In fact, it was so blinded by its evil thoughts that the only thing it could do was kill. It laughed menacingly as it slaughtered thousands of people. Each one as if it were personal. As if it were holding a grudge. Was it? I start to wonder. Why? Why does it kill? Why them? Am I next? My thoughts race through my mind like a blur. By now I am afraid. I want to leave this corner. I want to leave this building. But i am to terrified to move. Thats when I heard it. The high pitched ring. At first, I think it's just me. It grows louder, closer. I wonder if this is it. Am I going to die? It stops. I'm still afraid to move. Footsteps. The shadow. My heart starts to pound. I close my eyes. I can feel its presence right beside me. I force myself to open my eyes. At first, I'm comfused. Then, scared. How? NO! I get up and try to run. I make it to the end of the hall and collapse. It's true. I turn and walk towards it. I am now face to face with my own reflection. I know what I have to do. I grasp the dagger from inside my pocket. With no hesitation I thrust the dagger into my own heart. I feel pain only for a split second, after that, nothing more.†
-Vinny Sinn-