IRC-Galleria

Before this fucking state of myself... i was nearly sleeping at my friends place.
Then i walked, smoked and arrived home.

Somewhere on the way i lost my debilitation on the wet snow.
There was an red, broken umbrella in the middle of the street and all the cars passed around it.

I should go to sleep. Tomorrow, damn...i mean today i should work on a new song.
And i also have that fucking night shift.

Yeah, i think it would be best for me if i went outside ones more... and smoked that damn cigarette. Then crawl to bed and try to slip into nothingness.

I think, im definitely somewhere... good night