so much....
shit....its been awhile, well everythings goin good i guess...still single, which fuckin sucks balls, i dunno, i met a girl but i seriously have no fuckin clue where thats going, guess ill just have to wait and see what happens, i do ohope i wont be single for much longer though...had a fun weekend, sat. we celebrated my b-day, that was a blast...sun. i went to SSC and got a buzz, haha i was happy, its been awhile since i had alcohol, more to come this summer though...friggin music is so awesome i truly couldnt live without it...God, Family, music...all i need to make my world go 'round...i hate how people criticize peoples style of music, i mean i have my dislikes and im not afraid to express those dislikes...but i dont talk shit about it, thats gay, we have these people who think they know everything about music and think theres is the only music thats good, well those people should fuck off, music is what sounds good to you, for example, whether it be trash can bash, or rape scene scream, whatever sounds to you is what matters...also lay off the faggot jokes, just because i wear tight pants does not make me a faggot, if your to shallow to not like who i am because of my clothes or taste in music, shut the fuck up, and go die in a big fucking fire, SHIT I HATE THOSE PEOPLE....im done for now...later bitches...
(You can’t follow me)
I thought it was strange when all this shot into my mind driving. Its weird how this enclosed space makes me think so clearly… so free! I wish all hours were so relaxing. Thinking of the next noise… making up the next noise. Scream loud, loud, loud, loud. Static intoxication, sing this lovely violin song. Beat this bottle on a wall. Scream, scream, scream. The baby cries. Record the noise. It all makes sense… we’re capable of beauty. Through sounds which make one cringe. The dogs only hear us now. For the first time tears came to my eyes while I was listening. Noise brings so many things… make my tingling skin freeze. Turn me on, make me laugh, shoot the can, shut the door, pour your glass, rape scene scream, car crash bash, black cat splat.
A silent death, a silent scream…
You can’t follow me, you sing along to nothing.
(You can’t follow me)
I thought it was strange when all this shot into my mind driving. Its weird how this enclosed space makes me think so clearly… so free! I wish all hours were so relaxing. Thinking of the next noise… making up the next noise. Scream loud, loud, loud, loud. Static intoxication, sing this lovely violin song. Beat this bottle on a wall. Scream, scream, scream. The baby cries. Record the noise. It all makes sense… we’re capable of beauty. Through sounds which make one cringe. The dogs only hear us now. For the first time tears came to my eyes while I was listening. Noise brings so many things… make my tingling skin freeze. Turn me on, make me laugh, shoot the can, shut the door, pour your glass, rape scene scream, car crash bash, black cat splat.
A silent death, a silent scream…
You can’t follow me, you sing along to nothing.