Tuesday, October 22, 2002
ok..something real cool happened during the weekend.. when i woke up on sundae with a headache..i saw a birdie tryin to get into my room via the windows..it wuz knocking incessantly on my windows...knocking n knocking....kinda surreal the scene. finally being the kind soul,
somehow i opened the other window n
managed to grabbed it....
i could feel the life drainin out of it as my grip tighten. BOOM!@!.. under 10 secs it wuz dead.
anyhow it wuz as if the life tat drained out of it flowed right for me. i could feel the energy..so much so i managed to beat out tis song :
Dimmu Borgir - Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia - 11 - Architecture of a genocidal nature.
ok..
so maybe the last part wuzn't tat real... but now hear hear...
being a quiet guy doesn't mean yu pple can fcuk me over n over n over.
i could have been euphemistic and write about happy stuff... but its not me
i am miserable. drinking n parties, isn't for me.
i drink to get drunk...n parties aren't anything with strangers.. maybe now n then u chat up a girl. but its all an illusion.
yu still wake up alone next day in bed with the same damn bird chirping on ur windows.!
seems like birdie knows yu have got it all wrong n its hear to punish u.
perhaps yu could say that im a slave to my own inspirations n maybe im. it makes no difference. only i can make a difference to myself.
somehow i opened the other window n
managed to grabbed it....
i could feel the life drainin out of it as my grip tighten. BOOM!@!.. under 10 secs it wuz dead.
anyhow it wuz as if the life tat drained out of it flowed right for me. i could feel the energy..so much so i managed to beat out tis song :
Dimmu Borgir - Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia - 11 - Architecture of a genocidal nature.
ok..
so maybe the last part wuzn't tat real... but now hear hear...
being a quiet guy doesn't mean yu pple can fcuk me over n over n over.
i could have been euphemistic and write about happy stuff... but its not me
i am miserable. drinking n parties, isn't for me.
i drink to get drunk...n parties aren't anything with strangers.. maybe now n then u chat up a girl. but its all an illusion.
yu still wake up alone next day in bed with the same damn bird chirping on ur windows.!
seems like birdie knows yu have got it all wrong n its hear to punish u.
perhaps yu could say that im a slave to my own inspirations n maybe im. it makes no difference. only i can make a difference to myself.
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