Saturday, 14 July 2012


Completely tarty, fucking crazy, stoned as hell fucking lazy, kindeys beating and liver in pain, altho the deepest fucking issue is deep inside my brain. Lost and lonely, missing so much, yet things turn to gold that i touch? Theproblem is getting up and doing it, think a bit use some wit. Digging deep for talents lost and forgotten, fixing everything that went rotten. So much more that i understand, yet i dont fucking know what the fuck im on about, maybe stoner talk, maybe pearls of wisdom even heaps of shit if you want to call it that, i really couldnt actually give a fuck what anyones thinking. Its that fucking mentality that got me here in the first fucking place, always the coolest, always the fucking man, two and one more, two and one, two and one. Fucked up beyond comprehension yet willing to fix it, everything...but ive also realized that some things just cant be fixed so what else can i say...all apologies???

'If you die you're completely happy and your soul somewhere lives on. I'm not afraid of dying. Total peace after death, becoming someone else is the best hope I've got.'

Kurt Cobain

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