When I pay a careful attention to some of the (truly) artists I stumble and their work, it makes me wish I could just live. Stopping procastinating and live.
Well, we'll never get to know them at all. Actually, can someone know anyone?
Listening to Damien (and some other grudgy men) I simply wish I could mess up someone really hard and badly, so that he could produce stuff like that. Stuff thats painful and bitter and honest and acid and... hatred.
Sometimes I just want to fell in love with a man that knows how to scream. Someone that knows how to feel. Knows how to threaten me, do me harm. Knows to fight, and have some motherfuckingbloody iniciative.
I'm so tired of the last 3 pricks. Just 3 passive, slow and silent guys.
I need a scorpio man that is blonde, uses black metal framed eyeglasses, smokes heavily, gets drunk really frequently, cries little but in very specific and milestone moments, knows how to give a punch and a slap on the face, that swears a lot and knows how to play a piano.
Yes, knows how a piano is meant to be played.
A guy that is really vulgar and really lyrical.
And that guy I want to rip his heart out, so that he could hate me as much as I do.
And then, he will seat naked at his rusty upright piano and he will
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