No rhythm. Like the syphony of life, it leaks from my guitar and I could’nt predict this dry spell, that I draw from life today. Notes resonate in synchronised chaos, with melody screaming.
roses are quite, they stirr gentle delicacy in my sights. Like frozen crystals, your build up is dangerous, in my mind. perfect and spontaneous accuracy yieds with synchronized passion and pride – you are my perfect, you are my other, my complete – we belong to each other, I’am yours to keep and you are …
i really dont give a shit , these swear words dont help you define who i am though. but its this that doesn’t matter to me. it is this that mean so little than before. I may well like to think that things are they way i deem but unless I’m god their is nothing …
Its time now, to rebreath, take the steps towards the maintainable end. Move this wooden legs forward, toward. the tired obstacle I see. the change in me. Its time now to change more than me, to recreate me. today maybe?
I got a ear ache. from listening to these things. These things of no consequence, that created from nothing my my minds yearning for them. For you. I have a ache deep withing my ear, that is their to begin but ends I think in my sub consious – for never has I wound so …
….”I suppose this means that you are asleep. Know of a lovely slovakain girl that is quite open to meeting new people in london. Her sister saw your picture and you were approved. Let me know if you are insterested.Can’t believe you are still asleep after this message. Chat later” nearer people are to me …
POWER that strikes with most potent impact. intensity of profound force. Might of many heights of sharp depths. Edges of thinnest pain, hurt of torture. Death of acute abbadon. violent like rampent rage. POWER like the mind, that thinks.
Everyhing is sad, my soul is sad, my eyes are pathetically sad. My body is sad. Sadness is the feeling that defines all, reveals all and exposes all. Sadness is beautiful. Sadness is realization. Sadness is perfect, pure, and purged in the fiery hights of our minds. Sadness is sister to lonelyness, and neice to …
I’ve come to realize, realise that I’m dead. I’ve come to realize realize this is me when you left. Can I have you every night, in my mind, this is fine. Can I love in my thoughts? these feelngs can be bought. I know you’ve left me for a while, and I dont think you’ll …
big sounds sorround my mind, like waves in the pacific, these sights you know are terrific! breaka nu mega. These ways and means, to fix forgiveness and remember due witness. breaka nu mega. How much was enough? breaka nu mega. breaka nu mega. ‘ died today. breaka nu mega.