Even though I never had any, I am at a loss for creative viral internet memes/shit to take this to a serious level. I've been thinking, well maybe I'll just start a strictly music blog. But everyone has a music blog. So what the fuck can I do, seriously? Television reviews, Movie reviews? I don't watch much TV and don't see too many Movies. So I don't know. I'm not even sure this will be read. But I like to write and share music. I am sick of facebook and have only one follower on twitter. So I will write and share here, in a tiny, far away corner of cyberspace. I will attempt to make my next post more relevant via philosophy, psych, spiritually, Worldly, hip, relatable shit. I am no longer attempting to reach a high level of internet fame and relevance. At this time I am withdrawing all my efforts for viral recognition. Just gonna be myself and share some poetry and music for this post. When I have my vision and seriously brilliant idea that will change the [WORLD] wide webs, I'll let yall know.
Casiokids - Topp Stemning På Lokal Bar (double CD) by Popfrenzy
A BAND FROM NORWAY. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THEY R SINGING BOUTS CAUSE I DONT SPEAK NORWEGIAN. THAT IS THE BEAUTY OF MUSIC, U DONT NEED 2 UNDERSTAND LYRICS TO ENJOI THE UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE.
Is there anybody out there? Are u in are u in there? Can u hear me screaming from behind these walls? Will this chemical carry through this rise and fall. Hypocritical clouds blacked em out paranoid all along. Nobody told or asked me. I'm the one that chose to write this fucking song. For the people tell me I gotta take one for the team, for the book tells me I got to love thy enemy. I try real hard and look real deep but I cant see any good in thee. This is starting to freak me out. Im talking with 3 other people. All alone these conversations I fear. My eyes open and I realize, I'm the only one hear. I see someone sitting right over there. I don't recognize him but I know that he's here. Could it be the lack of sleep, could it be the caffeine. Na, I think it's my starving heart tripping on gasoline. Lost all I ever loved and awoke to find that it wasn't just a dream. Reincarnate your bad decisions, turn them into good intentions. Make yourself feel better. Tell them not to read my letter. Isolation tiny spaces drawing blood. Internal nation basis for a euphoric flood. Disconnect to reconnect the faces in the mud. When I go I take it slow. If u wanna know... I'll b hiding in mExIcO.