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wake up motha fuckas! your lifes almost over! or is it? you dont know! so what ya gonna do, fucking live! why are we all sitting here typing about our lives! lets live them!
of course. none of our lives begin until we are out on our own.
like today for instants, today. ive been in the house, all day. i cant go anywhere. and you know why. because my so called parents grounded me. i sit at home all day. cant even talk to my lover bunny cause shes in cally. and if i was out on my own, theres a good chance id be with her.
im greatful for the food, the shelter, the cloths, and all of the things keeping me alive that i wouldnt be able to get if i was just dumped onto the street naked and alone.
but im not thankful for the parenting. the un-needed guidence. its totaly fucked. it makes me feel incompitant. like i cant fucking shit with them telling me how to push correctly so i do get a hurnia. i need to get out.
id say, with roxanne gone right now. my only escape from all the pressures of parents, work, and just my un-self-controled life...is turning my 25 watt fender amp up and go off. all i hear, feel, and see is guitar. each note. each rythim. each double pick.
i just play songs, any song, doesnt matter to me. i play them and think of roxanne. i think of her deep focused eyes looking souly at me. watching everything i do. the smile i make. the way i always seem to lift my feet up when im playing. the way i look at her when i play, for my sunset.
i love you so much. just keep listening to the spider and well get through this together baby. i promise, ill never stop.
keeping living.
of course. none of our lives begin until we are out on our own.
like today for instants, today. ive been in the house, all day. i cant go anywhere. and you know why. because my so called parents grounded me. i sit at home all day. cant even talk to my lover bunny cause shes in cally. and if i was out on my own, theres a good chance id be with her.
im greatful for the food, the shelter, the cloths, and all of the things keeping me alive that i wouldnt be able to get if i was just dumped onto the street naked and alone.
but im not thankful for the parenting. the un-needed guidence. its totaly fucked. it makes me feel incompitant. like i cant fucking shit with them telling me how to push correctly so i do get a hurnia. i need to get out.
id say, with roxanne gone right now. my only escape from all the pressures of parents, work, and just my un-self-controled life...is turning my 25 watt fender amp up and go off. all i hear, feel, and see is guitar. each note. each rythim. each double pick.
i just play songs, any song, doesnt matter to me. i play them and think of roxanne. i think of her deep focused eyes looking souly at me. watching everything i do. the smile i make. the way i always seem to lift my feet up when im playing. the way i look at her when i play, for my sunset.
i love you so much. just keep listening to the spider and well get through this together baby. i promise, ill never stop.
keeping living.