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Hieman niskat kipeenä Rockperryn ja Apocalyptican jäliltä :s. Mutta mitäpä sitä vinkua, mahtava reissu, Kotiteollisuus ei soittanu paljoo mitää muuta ku paskaa on ainoo mikä jäi harmittamaan. Olihan niitä 4-5 kohtuuhyvää biisiä mutjoo. Apocalyptica kyl korvas aivan täysin sen. Jossain vaiheessa innostuin vähän moshailee vaikka en mitää ollu juonukkaa ja riehuin jonkun mukavan naispuolisen henkilön kannsa, oli aika jees. Myöhemmin illalla ei enää ollu jees ku rupesin horjuu ku kaatokännissä ku niskat oli nii paskana, toivottavasti ei tullu mitää rankavammaa :D

First, there was emptiness and despair. Daily silent wishes of death. An absolute nothingness. Then, there was her. Affection. Affection became a deeper caring and eventually love. Love was outweighted by years of doing nothing. Affection faded away. Love stayed. As pain and suffering. A painful sting reminding each other of what we could've been. How naïve, how foolish, how blind we are. Now she'll finally be gone forever. Ironic how that brings joy to me. Even though she was all that I'd have left, with my friends leaving... Now I'm alone again. Surrounded by a huge crowd, yet all alone. Until the hell-sent angel, of whom I've dreamed for so long, comes and takes the suffering away. I am waiting. Right here, rolling in self-pity. Leaving my moanings to be read by anyone, everyone, yet noone.

"Just open your eyes
Just open your eyes
And see that life is beautiful.
Will you swear on your life,
That no one will cry at my funeral?"
x
"Life is just a
beatiful death..."