A strawberry mind,

A body that's built 4 2

A kiss on the spine,

We do things we never do.

When you are an artist,

your solitude is a lonely place that you embrace.

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& the funk fractured my nose.
Touch down, look around
Everyone’s the same
World wide, air tight

I’m sippin’ coffee at a quarter to two. I wake and I’m dialin’, my mind’s running to you, no wonder I am a one man woman, he keeps my heart in a jar on the nightstand. I should tell him that he couldn’t be more opposite than a foot in the door but there’s no one else I would rather go out with ; that’s hell when I see them standing there. Me and my mouth we don’t mean to be rushin’, we talk about the freely ‘cuz we crushin’. While them roads are windin’ down and the flying men hit the ground, every motion is close to the touch. Hello, we are coming back for more, you know why we’re coming for you ; you know we should be together ‘cuz once we rock, we won’t wanna stop, not today or tomorrow. So you better lock your doors, you know why, cause we want you, cause we like you a lot. I wish the world was a lot like you, I wish the world would know me through another opportunity to approach you, another telepatic rendezvous. I wish you well with your walkin’ and joggin’, you got a double side in Mexico, I gotta try to keep your attention, gotta write using less emoticons. Gotta figure out the snooze alarm, I wanna stay in your bed ’til dawn, I wanna play in the park, come on… And when the coyotes escape to New York, then the city life has crumbled to the sea, and the girls, all fall to the lost and found, the flying men, they are hitting the ground. Every motion is closer to the touch when I taste on your lovin’.

As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn’t supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probaly more than once and it’s harder every time. You’ll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You’ll fight with your best friend. You’ll blame a new love for things an old one did. You’ll cry because time is passing too fast, and you’ll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you’ve never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you’ll never get back.

- I’ll play my Black Sabbath as loud as I want
- I’m going to the mall you can’t stop me
- It’s my room, I’ll clean it when I feel like it
- Why can’t you just leave me alone ?

For that, the more you know who you are and what you want, the less you let things upset you. You fears climb up your spine like spiders. How can I show you you have nothing to fear ? I just really like it when the leaves start to come off the trees and they make that crunchy sound when you walk over them. I like coke cans and the noise the lid makes when you open it. I like geek glasses on boys and books with lots of words in them. I like getting letters and postcards but it’s okay with emails. I like sitting on the green field on sunny days and wishing I was somewhere else. I like to waste time and I like trampolines. I have big dreams and one day I’ll fulfil them all.

I’ve abandoned responsabilities and embraces frivolity.

Do you remeber the first time you had a one hundred dollar bill?
Do you remember the time you got just what you wanted on your birthday ?
Do you remember the first time you made love to someone you loved and loved you back ? Y’all yaught up, worring about the same stupid shit ; I might not be pretty, I might make a fool out of myself, everyone might laugh and my face will turn firecracker red, but I leave an impression, come on, challenge me, prove to me I am wrong, prove I am wasting time, potential, brains, tell me who you are.

YOU’LL NEVER KNOW
UNLESS YOU ASK.

Don’t wanna sleep,
Don’t wanna die,
Just wanna go travelling
Through the pastures
Of the sky.

Everything has beauty, some just fail to see it.
It was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart.
And it was no my lips you kissed, but my soul.
We carried this inside like some disease we couldn’t beat.

BORN – SCHOOL
DRUNK – FUCK – WORK
HOME – DOLE
DIVORCE – RETIRE – DIE
AND THEN WAIT AND THEN WHAT
AND THEN WAIT AND THEN WHAT
MAYBE’S YOU REALISE
IT’S ALL VANITY BABY
ALL IS VANITY
ALL IS VANITY
ALL IS VANITY
ALL IS VANITY BABY
IT’S THE FACT OF LIFE, SUNSHINE.

Existence. What does this mean ?

I exist in the best terms that I can.

I’m afraid that if I look at a thing long enough,
it loses all of its meaning.
I suppose it will all make sense when we grow up.

You have a choice : live or die.
Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be.
It’s about love, it’s about compassion, it’s about kindness and faith.
It has nothing to do with luck or religion.
You get what you give, so give good.
But don’t let the bastards wear you down.

Slit your wrists,
Take too many pills,
Jump off a building,
Hang yourself,
Run in front of a car,
Shoot your head off,
Drive your car off a cliff.
Jump off a bridge,
Set yourself on fire,
Wrap your head in plastic and hope you just don't pass out,
Stab yourself in the heart with a kitchen knife,
Drown yourself in the lake,

makemedeadalready.

Go to work, send your kids to school, follow fashion, act normal, walk on the pavement, watch T.V, save for your old age, obey the law. Repeat after me : You are free. – I have gone and gotten myself very lost and very confused. Melancholy for what was left behind and on the other hand all the enthusiasm at entering new lands. You’re a cosmic baby, trashy junkie, well open up your mind and see like me open up your plans and damn you’re free so look into your heart and you’ll find love love love. Listen to the music of the moment, baby, sing with me, we’re just one big family and it’s our god-forsaken right to be loved loved loved.