You know.. Today after the show, I came to think about my life.. About an hour later, in the iceshower I looked down at my feet, my knees, my pathetic excuse for a cock I started thinking about my life again..
I don't find pleasure in anything but music and gore.
Maybe I'm lonely, maybe I need a new girlfriend, maybe I just need to get laid.
Then again, maybe I just need a beer and some pills to be on my way..

But you know... any chick out there with a fetish for strangulation and a taste for PVC clothing... You know... call me.

I normally have a beautiful girl to text during my post-show depression, I enjoy her company, I think I want her. No, I do want her, no doubt about it.
I don't think she wants me but hey, the last thing to die is hope, right?
Right?

Thats all for now..
Should I video blog this instead?
Feels like it would be more entertaining.

All who is in favour, say yes, they who ain't say no.

peace off

Annons

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February 2015