I take a load of Panadol to get to sleep..
Closure and forgiveness.
Fatigue. Thoughts. Doubts. The past. The future. All of comes together when I try to sleep and my mind fucks with me. Bends my perception to torture me. For all of it. I pay the price. My mind will just shed itself to pieces to justify the things it has done.
We are going to invert…
Here, wait a minute! Damn it!
We’re goin’ in. We’re going down.
Oh, god.
I admit it now. I was scared.
We were all scared.
Push it way up!
… it’s just wide-open field.
It’s bad. We’re hit, man, we are hit.
Amy, I love you.
untitled.
Make sure to stay out of my way.
I love boobies.
Dreams you mess with me. Why? Why do that to me?
I am 20. Cool?
Uh, and I know it’s just a fantasy
I cordially invite you to ask why can’t it be?
Now we can do nothing bout the past
But we can do something about the future that we have
We can make fast or we can make it last
