music, bike riding, poetry, art, life in general.
so my dad’s friend was bartending and saw a guy put something in a girl’s drink so while the guy turned around he switched their drinks and watched the guy roofie himself.
Dead Language - Paranoia
Tension. You wear the silent grimace of paranoia. The conversation is carved into your face. Tense. Grave. Suspicious. Your tired conscience is frozen with hate and fear. Talk to no one. The enemy’s always listening. Tense. Grave. Suspicious. Talk to no one. Now you’ve realized that you are alone. Trust is a fantasy. You are alone. They are out to get you.
Totally forgot I had to this lp.
Compulsive Disposition | Wormrot | Dirge
Are what we are made of.
Bonding each one of us in love.
No creation comes from above.
Relations built on communication
Attraction of skin to skin.
Beginning with one kiss
Ever bone in one’s body can’t be taught to miss.
Aching to hold.
Waiting to grow old.
Grown from one tiny seed.
Hoping that what comes will be like the trees
Of the great redwood forest.