Trying

Too be normal, following norms as a robot. I guess that is what life is, puppet with out a string, feels like a just got stuck by a queen bee. But "like" your now, I always wonder how... Being a slave too misery, too "bad" feelings and then the good ones. Like soetimes I am a slave too mydear freind "peliflume", or Paulina. It's ok too be a slave, as long as you can handle your self.
I am very hard too handle, or used too be, new day. A new say, rimes, just sqezze like slime threw my brain. I alway's never complain. Just when I reach the bottom of my C, the feeling i never wanted too feel nor see. So I toss thus feeling away, on stones and walls. I kick and I box, like a child.

I am wild, the only person who can handle me is actually me.



grass was green summer I see

Tierdy

Ran threw my day
Feeling not yellow, but grey
Grey is neutral
Always feeling beautiful
sick of all my writings
Sick of all my paintings

Sick of the fake
Miss the snow flake

Don't miss nothing
Just something

I have it all
The world is small
The world is mine
Soon I count 2 nine

Fall asleep, waking up not once
But 21 nons
Ens vill be, the essenes of bee
I make no sence
Because I jump over the fence.




grass was greensummer I Sea, a big C.

Hi

Writing on papper is too broing, they say it makes me less crazy, but I'm just way too lazy. You know, Im still sometimes a baby, never listen too what wise people have too say, I just play grey.
A game I hate too play, but. No buts I say, ´cause I'm too sunburned to do what people, society want's me 2 do. I am not a robot, I'm acutually human (with out strings), one who is word blind, spells very pure. But one thing is for sure, I am always right, I win with out any "big" fight. I am too light, I am too brown, I am too purpple, too indigo. Just a big fucking rainbow. And I never use that "f " word.

I am a lier, a devil and I smoke cheap levels.

Smoking is so last decade, and still I countinue my bad habbits. I am a snake not a rabbit. I habbit

Metaphors I love, they are build up in a mind as smal as cleopatras pearls. I love second hand fur, and my mind i sometimes a big blur.
Welcome 2 my world, good night, sleep tight. Follow the yellow brick road, follow the feeling, follow me.

Time for a paradigm shift, it's all happening, true romance, the alchemist. Lawnce decides too live-
grass was greenSpring Ive seen

Back

On my tracks, have been hiding, looking way too far back, all the way from year 1989, when life was like sun shine. But turned into hell, and now my head, it rang a bell. Looking back is being slave, looking now is being present, looking forward is paradise. I never lie. only when I feel pale, when I sit in "jail".
Being slave 2 my devil used too be hard, 'cause nobody teaches me 2 be grown up, only me.
So I turn twenty one. An I feel like I came on place nr 1.



grass was greenSpring Ive seen

I

come aound with my empty Gucci
Thinking i am fucci
La la la
It's just a brand
I am in my land

my empty bag
fill it up with empty ships

relationshit
relationships

I am sometime's very hip
But i like it tripped

On laces
I love 2 dance

Somebody just give me a fking chance
Clarence
Lawrence


grass was green
Spring Ive seen

Going 2 sleep

As a rain bow
Tie me tight
As women's tight's

god night

thats me, god
not jesus, he died long time ago
I am still alive

High five
so last spring
2 morrow itss Gg's thing

My crew well look cool
I hope... Ha ha
he he, yeah yeah

grass was green
Spring Ive seen

Kill me

just shoot me
I am the falling star
w8ing to become tar
So i also get 2 get around
the world, it's so round
I have no bounds
Cause I cut them all wiht my knife
the wife?
What life?
deeply in love
But with my self
who is my shelf?

grass was green
Spring Ive seen