27.12.13 Feeling the aftermath of the storm in my head, tonsils and chest, I've decided to sniffle my stress and bad attitude away for a couple of hours. I head down to the boiler room for the last gig I will be attending for the year - Arcane Roots. Obviously. Struggling through the support bands with rum, cigarettes and the urge to regurgitate, I somehow manage to find the motivation to make it through to the finish line and boy I'm glad I suffered.
Sufjan Stevens
After slumming it at my boyfriend's flat for a couple of weeks, the other day I urged myself back to my own derelict bedroom. I was bewildered with inspiration to shake off my work uniform, grab my sketchbook and sink my teeth into some beautiful newly discovered songs.
Counting Stars
When I took my first breath, when my eyes blinked and a tear dribbled down my cheek for the very first time, I bet no one ever guessed those needy hungry screams would grow into pure insanity. The everlasting curse that dwells in the shadows of my conscience has been busy dropping weights of pessimism in my stomach, attempting to ignite my nerves and anxiety.
Today has been a struggle to reach above the water that is drowning my mind. Do I let myself sink into delirium, fight or just submerge into the next wave and disappear. For now I think i'll swim into the sweet blissful void of hardcore music.
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