Whale Wounds
Icant force the world to be, what you want it to becan only open your eyes and see, truth staring back at meINNER EYES, OUTER EYESMIND HEART OF THE HEART MINDTA
Web Log 2007-2025
Web Log 2007-2025
Icant force the world to be, what you want it to becan only open your eyes and see, truth staring back at meINNER EYES, OUTER EYESMIND HEART OF THE HEART MINDTA
Iwe are the lost childrenof the sun god warriors of lightour bodies and minds not designed for the city lifekids in the underworldswe need to feel the sun and s
LOVE IT ALL LAUGHT AT IT CELEBRATE IT APPRECIATE IT SURRENDER TO IT BE GRATEFUL FOR IT
LOVE IT ALL LAUGHT AT IT CELEBRATE IT APPRECIATE IT SURRENDER TO IT BE GRATEFUL FOR IT
I think anxiety is just a fancy word for fear that the pharma shills invented to sell pills. We have been brainwashed to turn these unpleasant emotions into an enemy. Thats why i am really not on board with pro-positive thinking. Embrace the chaos and darkness.…
another day at workit's only getting worseyou feel like you are stuck in reversewhen you close your eyesyou see this paradiseit's getting further awayso you dec
i missed the Light again but nothing can Hold me back this time its for real and i am gonna shut up all the fools who thought i was just a fool but hey mofo at least i’m colo
got a dadbod but i dont got kidsi’m a rock god with a truckload of hitsbroke 40 last springwent walking the woodsgave away my thingsexcept these mad moods MAD A
1It took me a while to get to that pointwhere i could stop making senseand start making centsTo break free from the norms that held me backAs an artists and as
Friend asked: How is your life? I worry that you appear and disappear and it has to do with mental stuff and I can’t help you because Im too stupid and you read more than I do and older than me yeah i dont know why…
Meet girls who call me at 3am But i need a wife So i can build a life Feel like a sad ghost Jealous of the sea Everyones in love with me Except me
its midnight and i’m driving down that highwayeveryone is sleeping but i’m just drivingdont know if i’m going the right awayoutside its snow
been a long time comingtook a holiday to hellnow i’m back again been a long time cookingwent to bed with deviland all her friends I WAS DOWN AND OUTBUT MY TIME
nobody here to stroke my egonobody here to tell me who i am nonobody here to hear me be silentnobody here tocarry my weightto carry my weight ALONE BUT NOT LONE
I let go of another layerslowly but surelyanother old self I no longer needthose old ways of thoughts that torturedand crippled me for so longits burningits mel
living can be hardif you make it sothe road can be longif you dont know where it goeshappiness comessadness goeshappiness comesbut sadness knows THAT NOTHING IS
sometimes i get this feelinglike i dont know where i’m supposed to bebut there’s this callingoh yeah its calling mekeep on getting all these signsevery day and
28 years younghe’s a loaded gunmama says “get a real job”but he dont want onejust writes his poems and songs all dayuntil its time to go outside and play… HIS V
Friend asked: What is my main thing? What drives me? The artist path is really the mystic path. They are truly one and the same. I dont mean chasing some external fame or success or something but i mean the actual creative process. And the way…
i’m too weak for the western world because my mind was built by lighthouse keepers guarding the gates of heaven from the evil ways of satan you see but have no idea of the games i gotta play to keep all of you fooled and shielded…