Disconnected.

Its me staring into blank space, its seconds passing like hours, its sound wave melting my eardrums. So high that low is indifferent. Blue trees, green rivers, faceless heads.

I FUCKING LOVE THIS TRIP.

Albums of my month:

The Hush Sounds - So Sudden

Tool - Lateralus

God is an Astronaut - All is Violent, All is Bright

Muse.

Countless times in life I hope for blind eyes and deaf ears, or have the lips of these people stitched, their faces scarred. Such pain, words muttered which bring no depth. Such vain, looks molded to please a society where thieves are in disguise. I conceptualize a massacre, devised for the demise of the confused, arrogant and the hypocritical.

One has just called me weird, aren't we all? Those who claim to be normal, deny what their minds have to offer and conceal what is truly revolving around them. Nothing is ever at norm, nor is at its best.

Empty shells, to be shattered.
Void, to be made wider.
The soulless stroll across a scorching land, mute, deaf and blind. End.

Ever felt aroused and embarrassed at the same time?
Such a perverted equation, a perversion.

four four or seven four?

givemesticksgivemeskinsgivemelubes
givemesnaregivemepedalgivemebass
givemehatsgivemecrashgivemeride
givemehandsgivemelegsandmostimportantlygivemeambidextrousbrain
I'm in need to speed up these foot works and grooves. End.