Cronopio
Glorious Imperator
So I've thought about it, and it's about time for me to stand up, remove the saliva from my visage and the lacrimation from my eyes. Somehow I need to regain my existence - I've got one possibility pertaining to that, but I'm really gonna try. I need people to hear what I've got to say, in order to make my life worthwile.
The thing is, I put my faith in stuff and it lead to zilch. I walked the wrong path, I got through hardships and shit, but I won't admit any loss. Sure, I've done stuff I wish I hadn't done, and now it's the moment to switch perspectives and just try to deliver on the stuff I said I would do.
My voice will resonate.
Drugs are cool, but you should know your limits.
I wish I had some drugs.
I hope this doesn't involve a sniper rifle or anything like that, and that rather it means some lifestyle change.
It means that I like Hatebreed.
I hope his family is still alive.
Trust me, they're alive. At least last time I checked.
Reason, purpose and self esteem; you'll be alright.
Thank you. I draw inspiration from my man J.J.
zabu of nΩd;9874041 said:Ok what the fuck are you two actually talking about
I always thought this place needed a little more
Also, as Laura said, I know German, so if you need help with translations, PM me. You pay in beers and/or buttsecks (no homo!).