Saturday, 5 May 2012

Ok

So close to your last breath, on your lips you can taste the coldness of death, head spinning around, making that awful petrol sniffing sound. Eyes just wanna close, but if you keep it there too long you might not awake outta this deep doze...
Isnt that what you want, to that you dont even know the answer you little cunt. Sometimes you pray your life away, sometimes you pray that just a bit longer on this planet you can stay? Fucked up and confused if you ask me, yet i still need to hit my head harder too see...
Hit your head harder? Are you fucking crazy, well after all the shrooms, trips and pills ive chowed - maybe. All i know is that i dont know much, i promise you that would confuse even a judge? What the fuck am i babbeling on about, let me rather go and find someone at who i can go and shout...

'Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.'

Jim Morrison

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