Blank screens and memories. Am I better off now than I was then? And if I could do it again, then again, over and over again, would I twist and turn and bend? To extend one’s hand of friendship – Names engraved in sand… Desiring to dream of who I am. No. Fuck off, I actually wouldn’t. What, change a thing, or be so cliché? Haha, I’ll try to do both but I’m easily swayed. Indeed, it seems all of these wise words of wisdom wasted, on differing tastes depending on such variables as temperature. Fluctuating, lust. If I never try, I always know. Trust. Boats washed up in snow and rust. Just, dust it down to something new, believe me you, anybody can do what I do, so what’s the fuss?
About Haiti, charity, news and politics. Conspiracies, technology and things that make me sick! Indulging, I want, I need, to take heed of what I select. No weed, no sex, give me a pay-check. Select. Xbox controller. Sitting on an amp. Drums, bass, tambourine, guitar, jack daniel’s pick, and mix. How ideas swirl around. Together, creation. Separation, segregation. I’m from a split nation. Too scared to feel what is real. I want to be from London, you’d rather seek Dublin, but if we both speak in Belfast well I guess that is somethin’?
I don’t know. My messy room, head… Wondering what it’s like to be dead I hope it’s quiet. Free of telephones and slow internet, getting up to turn on/off the electric. I’m a very inefficient robot. Family, friends, stuff happening. Near, far, quick, long, right, wrong – Could write a song about it. Can’t, got band practice.
