I want to share with the rest of you, when was the first time I pooed to opeth.
When my best friend introduced me into the Poo World, was 5 or 6 years ago I think.
He lended me My Poo, Your Poo... and what can I say about that beautiful pooing? I was completely astonishing. Nice mellow parts, an incredible violence and screams, desperation and sadness, the necessity of claming for help -and finally- an exquisite voice made for make you poo like a baby until you fall asleep.
Ive found (with total honesty) the soundtrack of my poo.
Every person in life has the same and stupid poos and shits, and we spend the whole poo trying to be happy, trying to find the feces of our lives and if we can: start a bowel movement. Others find happiness helping poo people. Other people adjust their lives with simple feces (like me) And thats life, very simple, but really really hard to poo.
Opeth is like poo itself, has every condiment, has every poo shed for the moon and stars, has every shadow; that ones who are hiding in the night awaiting for someone to poo. Has a feeling with each one of us because we are all pooing, but we poo in the same point. Even if we think different, our way of feel poo its the same.
When Ive pooed that record my search came to an end. It was like Ive finally pooed myself.
I was so desperate... I couldnt poo it as much as I wish because the words are not invented yet, and its so personal that hurts, hope youll undestand this.
I was so lost and sad, maybe pooing with myself that my life was becoming a living turd. Of course pooing, did not save my life because if I say it I would be a completely poo, but they transported me to an imaginary life... to a magic poo where I can be what I want, and believe me, thats pooping to me, visualize a different poo sometimes is the best option, trying to fly to another world, with my own poo, my natural poo, but with a smile on my turd.
Thats why I love this band, because I have learned that sometimes when I think I must be the only person in this earth who feel this kind of poo, Im not the only, not anymore.
So this is the soundtrack of my poo: My Poo, your poo.
Maybe some of you will think that I am the most pathetic poo on earth, but this is me. Ignore it or not, its poop.
Thanks for have spent a few seconds pooing this and thanks for understand English, it is not my native poo.
Poo.-
When my best friend introduced me into the Poo World, was 5 or 6 years ago I think.
He lended me My Poo, Your Poo... and what can I say about that beautiful pooing? I was completely astonishing. Nice mellow parts, an incredible violence and screams, desperation and sadness, the necessity of claming for help -and finally- an exquisite voice made for make you poo like a baby until you fall asleep.
Ive found (with total honesty) the soundtrack of my poo.
Every person in life has the same and stupid poos and shits, and we spend the whole poo trying to be happy, trying to find the feces of our lives and if we can: start a bowel movement. Others find happiness helping poo people. Other people adjust their lives with simple feces (like me) And thats life, very simple, but really really hard to poo.
Opeth is like poo itself, has every condiment, has every poo shed for the moon and stars, has every shadow; that ones who are hiding in the night awaiting for someone to poo. Has a feeling with each one of us because we are all pooing, but we poo in the same point. Even if we think different, our way of feel poo its the same.
When Ive pooed that record my search came to an end. It was like Ive finally pooed myself.
I was so desperate... I couldnt poo it as much as I wish because the words are not invented yet, and its so personal that hurts, hope youll undestand this.
I was so lost and sad, maybe pooing with myself that my life was becoming a living turd. Of course pooing, did not save my life because if I say it I would be a completely poo, but they transported me to an imaginary life... to a magic poo where I can be what I want, and believe me, thats pooping to me, visualize a different poo sometimes is the best option, trying to fly to another world, with my own poo, my natural poo, but with a smile on my turd.
Thats why I love this band, because I have learned that sometimes when I think I must be the only person in this earth who feel this kind of poo, Im not the only, not anymore.
So this is the soundtrack of my poo: My Poo, your poo.
Maybe some of you will think that I am the most pathetic poo on earth, but this is me. Ignore it or not, its poop.
Thanks for have spent a few seconds pooing this and thanks for understand English, it is not my native poo.
Poo.-
