pooor i dunno how to post videos!! lol

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lrBZeWjGjl8

amazing tune and vid!raaa

yeah it may have already been taken back to the usa. probably leaving the memorial there though. i think going to that cemetery would be fascinating regardless.

i really want to go to amsterdam was meant to be off this summer but i lost my job 😥

hahaha probably isnt the best example of something ive written as this one isnt really too accessible

im hoping this might be more readable?

Blue floor, comforting, with a universal honesty
You may live you maybe okay
Or you might end up darkening the cerebral halls
Of kin, blood and sexual partners
Never casting a doubting shadow over the blue floor
So present; with bending endlessness
Laying back down blue, face glued to the ceiling
The sanctuary the chapel offers takes hold
Eyes have been known to roll
And roll
And roll
gibberish escapes from the mouths of dying sinners
In the last moments there will come a wild whirl
A saddening whirl, some sort of realisation whirl
this maybe my death blue floor
Quite a hygienic way to become deceased
And within a short moment a somewhat blue, green, pink, mauve moment
That is short but seems long, drawn out and spectral
There is a shift in your world consciousness’
And you (spiritually) and your body (physically)
Become two entities, separate, neither spiritual or physical
Reach out in ghostly ethereal fashion and make
A sickening hybrid of love
Comfort looms almost threatening with smiles and rolling eyes
Blue floor softens and sighs
Beautiful child dies with closed rolling spies
Naïve laughter paints pictorial reconstructions of Christian skies
Haunting and jaunting paranoid minds
Once I sat staring with aching feelings, some of jealousy, at our blue floor
My mind in a state of full vacuous peace, momentarily hounded by ambiguous
Figures of men, I think, in robes and children singing
‘god loves me too’
Serene is a word I would use in the summation of my staring and feeling
Serenely twisted, in love with my thoughts. Serene in knowing death
Was around every endless bend.
Laying back down blue, face to the ceiling.
My spectral spies fell rolling as I muttered gibberish in line to go home
Many roles played out while games were lost
Many games were lost in playing out many roles
The stage, our universally comforting blue floor.
Where our world is blue.

was reading through some of the latest things i have written and found the most pilled up piece of writing ever! haha:you_crazy

thankyou everso… hope your well 🙂

i see, will stay away then, was dubious about it.
i thought i would see here because i got invited along, but i know a few people who have been glade and said it was well worth it.

sniffer dogs at a festival?? what absolute bollocks. thanks for the heads up people! xxx much love

haha ive never been, im guessing i should keep it that way? lol :weee: