Engine stuck. No more inspiration is running from my head to my hands.
Different deseases are bothering me for now three weeks and more. Pisses me off.
I've often been thinking about giving up art. Giving up creating. There's gotta be another way to drain a brain and soul.

I dream of a time when you just do it. Do it. Do what you're just thinking wihtout thinking of what you're thinking.

I have to move into a bigger city to hide in the masses. Not to be the unique snowflake...what a relief. I think.

C'mon time, eat what's left of me!
Back to the pills. Oh, lovely, bloody pills.



So long, suckers.

I'm on a vacation - A vacation that is a countdown.
T minus life and counting.
Time to drag my tongue across the salt and hope to get a taste in a mind-world where you want to feel so much an you're stuck with tasting discontent.

Have to move forward. Have to do so much more than now.

"You have to give up. You have to realize that someday you gonna die. This is your life. Doesn't get any better than this."

Never be complete. Finding the door to see the white ball of healing light. Somehow I seem to be just the present sparks of impulses and needs that cross my mind.
Need do something for people I don't want to loose, but of whom I already think I did.

I hate growing up. It's not like you're broken, only swolen.
Oh please, bring back 1999.

[Have to] remember; your a wreck an accident. Have to forget the freak and just get nature. Keep the brain-gun oiled and the temple clean.
Shit, snort and blaspheme let the heads cool and the engine run because:

In the end everything we do, is just everything we've done.

Does this sentence have six words - or eight?

If you read this sentence, please ignore it.

This sentence will end before you'll be able to pronounce the word 'pronou..'.

I'm the thought you just had.

Just when you don't look at it, this sentence will be german.

Does this sentence remind you of your mother?


Wouldn't make things right if I was never wrong, right?
If you disagree, please die.

And don't take this shit too serious.
Thank you and good evening.

Oh, my, oh my,
medicinal Overkill....

Please, would you turn me out of despair?
I can't get rid of you, so could you be consoling instead of downbeating?

I'm tired of feeling anaesthetised and there are some words that are banging through my head; 'Overdosed - with anything but sleep'.
Can't remember where this sentence was from...but I like it somehow.

Though I'm feeling to be chased by it

Para-fucking-noia 's driving me insane

Just to centralise this whole crap:
I don't feel that well

*shrugs*
It could be worse. Really.

Ain't nomore dropping to my knees. Yet I'm still tired of being sick and tired.
It's kinda hard to rest when everybody's on your case, on your own. Hard to sleep when everybody's a concern.
Sub-conscious smile in discontent

What if I wanted to fight? Laugh it all off in your face?
What would you do? Most importantly... What was I waiting for?

Do you live, do you die, do you bleed for the fantasy? In your mind, through your eyes, do you see?

Why am I always babbling nonsense in this journals.....? o_Ô

Maybe running away makes sense. Maybe I'll call it running home.
This is what I wanted for so long

Bury me! Bury me!

....nevermind