There's no smile of an angel without the wrath of God

Oh Ville, you are the perfect dark prince. Broody, tantilizingly beautiful, a pained and hungering voice, and the most seductive eyes on both your face and back. Ha ha!

Excellent.

Aside from all of that, he also seems to have a beautiful soul. How couldn't he? He writes like an angel and sings like a demon.

"There's no smile of an angel without the wrath of God."

Too true, I've found myself in a questioning state for a very long time. When I enter these phases, it's worse than having my period. And I swear these cycles do not have any sort of connection! Anyway, now that I've thoroughly disgusted myself and probably anyone bothers reading this...

Sorry!!!

But seriously, my brain begins to throb and I can't even focus on whatever task is at hand because I'm so engrossed in trying to solve the problem in my mind. If I'm lucky it'll be something simple like the meaning of life. Of course, there are other times where it is not so simple and it lasts for weeks on end. Then I get all icky and depressed. I'm pretty good at hiding it.

Then of course there is the most annoying of all, where I don't know what the question is... but I get all of these clues. The clues come in forms of dreams, then of course thoughts when I'm too hung up on the undiscovered question to sleep, writing music or drawing music where I just sit down and draw or write with music playing, not thinking, not even listening just having my hand move. Once I discover these types of questions, they're also the hardest to solve.

Unfortunately I haven' discovered the question plaguing me this week. I have a feeling however that is has something to do with God, and something to do with insanity... maybe it's about religious nuts. If it turns out to be interesting, I'll write it down.

Writing is history, if I write you down, you're my past.

Beautiful.