At two in the morning, when my body's not attatched to my head....
An evening of ditching math and listening to Piebald offers acute senses of nostalgia.
I want a motercycle. As soon as i write a thousand good ass songs, and get the money for a motercycle, i'm going to leave.
i dont know where i'll go. anywhere that has a bar with plenty of whisky i suppose. play for tips, sink some ships. then burn that mother down and head for a new town.
sounds good to me.
to be free to experience. without fear of consiquence. gaining knowlage of nothing and everything.
to defy expectations.
why does all of this sound so cliche?
and why is it cliche when only a few are able to break free?
free from what? everything that sucks ass.
stick everything in your ears.
I want a motercycle. As soon as i write a thousand good ass songs, and get the money for a motercycle, i'm going to leave.
i dont know where i'll go. anywhere that has a bar with plenty of whisky i suppose. play for tips, sink some ships. then burn that mother down and head for a new town.
sounds good to me.
to be free to experience. without fear of consiquence. gaining knowlage of nothing and everything.
to defy expectations.
why does all of this sound so cliche?
and why is it cliche when only a few are able to break free?
free from what? everything that sucks ass.
stick everything in your ears.