misery loves company indeed

a person I can trust

a thought I can trust

two versions of me

trust is earned

hated and faded

trust mind games

the internet makes you stupid

the end of the world

if you see shades you see minus

homeless or mansion

what is your fashion

are you a good dresser

stor claes needs to sharpen up his cocksucking skills

dies or kills

peyote plant

does the druggy talk come when you are bored

all the good musicians sing about lord

back back to the basics

suffering, anguish, frustration, spite

to find a meaning in it?

have you ever felt something no one has felt

I don’t know

and I am not lying next to my love

bullshit and emptiness

I was born with peculiar circumstances

what’s the point of all this suffering?

you mean I have nothing, and nothing, and nothing

I was supposed to be the great songwriter

step outside yourself

see another person

self-help doesn’t work

what’s the point of all this suffering?

live my life on the square