To me still is sunday, but maybe to the rest of the world it's monday already, to some eastern mates the sun must be shinning, people working hard already. I'm not.
Some think I'm not doing anything. Well, that's probably 'cause most of the things I'm doing I can't/don't need to tell 'em, 'cause it would be hard to explain.
Making music, taking pictures, writing junkie stories that are about to become a book may doesn't mean shit to the world.
Well world
well well sick people
well well well stupid girls
As I'm going s3a8 da hell
I don't give a shit to ya either
I'm having this is strange dream that I'm dead, looking back @ me, like I was someone else.
What would it mean?
I could write more. But I would probably lie.
so, goodnite.
