Afternoon

Allright mates, lets talk about it.
Was wanderin' round my house today, listenin' to some cool tunes from Carina Round (sort of "iPod set", I'd say), when I decided to finish my artwork titled: " How you really know what's goin' on?";
but, obviuosly, when I got home I didnt do it, neither I started recordin' some tunes, neither I could study the whole I had to.
I just ended up talkin' to a couple of friends.
The point in all this is : find no point, ESCAPE NO LONELINESS, keep your ghost alive, but, please, dont cry. The same ghost you're hoping to get a thorn from one day or another, just to let you know you're alive - as someone told you before.
Ghosts and thorns: what a bunch of fuckin' bitches we are!
The thing I do best is doing just what I wanna do (which is nothing), but that's not necessarly good; I found it out when I was 15 or something. Good times; high times.
Same confusion at this point ( Basquiat would love me for this), same wounds but different horizons: stormy clouds.

Little surpise then.

Cold nite this nite, and I'm goin' out with a friend; the devil who seduces you with black nails and red lips, the bad girl everyone dreams about. Shakespeare's Mistress in my eyes, sometimes.
Tequila sunrise...just maybe.