Hey all, how is everyone?
How did your meeting up with the girl end up in the end Nearjat?
I haven't really been tempted to do any psychs for a while now and I'm still not.. it's odd, I've gone from thinking about them too much to not at all, not a problem though, when the time is right I'll have a nice untouched stash
I think I may be addicted to dreaming. lol. I've been sleeping like 12 hours a day for ages now, I wake up at a reasonable time and I just cba to get up so go straight back to my dreaming which are much more interesting and entertaining than my monotonous life. Quite a depressing thought haha.
I think some girl might be kinda into me, just been saying some odd things, like told me the other day that when she finishes her job in a few weeks that 'we should totally get high everday'... odd coming from a girl that has told me before that she doesn't enjoy weed and I know she hasn't tried any since. She's brought plenty of other suspect things in conversation that leads me to think that, bit annoying but she's nice enough and pretty attractive, not going to complain about being given attention lol. I'm a bit meh about it, if it happens it happens but I'm not gonna try and make anything happen.
Anyway, good track:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zPdMmmOIOeg
insane last verse:
Fumblin with a sweat on my fingers, something impetuous lingers
Become infected with feeling so I'm electing this evenin
To end my life without reason cus I'm indicted for treason
Closin my eyes and I'm leakin, drag the knife til I'm bleedin
Cus its light that I'm seeking, feels only right that I'm meetin
With Jesus seeking redemption but he don't need my repentance
For he who feels my intentions sees that my deepest depression
Is feeding me to these demons that lurk and feed on my essence
The pain is deep in my chest and I keep repeatin my blessins
Ever since a meek adolescence that saw me beaten by freshmen
Parents repeatedly sentenced, heroin needles on dressers
They used to feed their infection, I can't repeat indescretions
So I pause for reflection, long for honest affection
And gettin lost in the music is only soothin for stretches
Cus if you knew where my head is, when I'm doing these records
You'd never listen to my music again, I can't let you