Sonic Transition

This entry probably wont be valid soon. But is is today.

Wed, 22 Aug 2007 07:48:02 GMT

I was going to try and write a positive entry, an entry about though I feel not so good right now I am sure I will be ok. But.... Fuck it I havn't had a good rant in ages!!!!

Ok
I have felt shit as all fuck for the past couple of days. It seems to me at this moment (though i've learned that it is not good to make judgements until you are level headed) that the more I do in my course, the more I feel the same as before. I can't be fucked, I don't really give a flying fuck about working in any career, and everything always looks better from far away (prolly 'cause you can create your own fantasies). At this moment I wish I could be working in the shitty factory, Earning enough to survive. Coming home to do what ever the fuck. But I wasn't happy with that.

A careers adviser once tried to come up with something by my interests. She said I would suit the armed forces, Mr Policeman, Search and rescue. Well, she is probably right, if I didn't give a shit about politics, I most likely would be killing fuckers in some random country right now! And well it would be an interesting life at the least.

At the moment I see pages and pages of words, things I don't know or even want to know. I feel like there is this ocean of blankness swarming me, trying to make me understand it, and all I want to do is blur the technocolour. I guess I am living in a fantasy. I know nothing is easy, but Elliot Smith didn't stab himself to death because he was equal. And Steven Hawkins is not a regular joe that just believes in himself.

Everybody around me is successful in career and education, it has not been easy for any of them, but they were passionate enough to put in the hard yards.

The hard yards for me seem to be at the level of getting out of bed and trying to accept that I have to be something in this world to be successful. People back me when I try for a career, I back myself, and then something inside builds up. It happened when I was 15, and it is happening at 25. It feels like my insides just want to explode. I want to self-destruct. I dream of running away to a place where I can just drive a tractor. Accept myself, and be accepted by everyone else. To have a girlfriend that is happy to have just each other and no money. I don't want any of it. I just want freedom and friendship.<--THAT is what I want from my life.

Anyway, we all need to vent.

Wed, 03 Jan 2007 10:28:21 GMT

I don't want to be a nomad.
I don't want to be bored.
I know I will make it at certain points of my life.
I don't think anything will last, not happiness, nor misery.
I think I will be shifting through out the length of my life.
I believe this is an interesting time to live.
I believe that anything can happen.

I feel that my goals don't really include a career.
I believe that it is dangerous for me not to find a way to combine passion with career.
I don't know how to do this.

(Passions)
I love the world.
I love being apart of the world.
I love watching the millions of dimentions of life.
I love watching the stars.
I love watching the clouds.
I love watching the streams.
I love watching the birds.
I love the people who are my friends.
I love the people who are my family.
I love the way Vast makes me feel at any moment during any song.
I love the sound of steel softly tapping on a piece crystal.
I love the feel of fresh water trickling over my feet.
I love the mist drifting through the valleys.

My new goal, is to combine a career with these things.

I think a hiking tour guide through the mountains could be a job I would like, and is maybe more realistic than Park Ranging.

But... I don't know

Thu, 07 Sep 2006 11:36:41 GMT

Should I begin to protect myself
What do I want from you
But a companion, a friend
A mind with whom I can share myself

I need to unleash my innocent core
No need for vengeance
Clarity in our differences a necessity
For these are our foundations for realism

I think you are lost in your own way
Don't worry, the pain is Ok
We all feel the agony in times like these
Just slow down and let the wounds heal

Now stand on the edge with your arms in a v
If the wind should push you over
Use your hands to break the fall
Victory needs no symbol

When the roses wilt
It is all about the feeling
When the petals hit the floor
We know it is over

Dark hair
Anemic Eyes
Dead skin
Bleeding heart

It was all leading to the love of my life
If I knew then what I know now
Now would not feel so alive
It is all about the healing
From the razors of life
As I swallowed the blood to reform
Choking time is over

It is ok
We are ok
You are ok
Death is ok

Simpli City

Wed, 30 Aug 2006 12:13:35 GMT

In Peace I find clarity,
In love I find the one I wish to be,
In the stream of innocence lies my inner soul,
My affinity with infinity is due to a crash course in time travel,
I have been traveling through time since the day I was born,
The leave I must take from disaster is the time I must spend with me,
My friends and I, there are no others,

The
Ocean
Sky
Earth
Sun
Moon
Universe

There is no other
In clarity we find peace
In Peace we find love
In love we find innocence
In innocence we find ourselves
Everything after that is tragic
Beautiful
Unlearning
Chaos
Dieing
Unless
Innocence
Clarity
Is
Reborn

(

)
<
>
^
In the echoed persistence of time I have found
Regret is nothing but a reminder of what not to do
Until death do us part of flesh and substance
Dreams will continue to be born
When the dreams die
The dead tide will take over
And cleanse all infected cells
By tearing them a part
And sending them back to the universe
Only to rain down again into some other form of substance
Welcome to my mind
Feel free to take what you like
I only hope that you use it wisely
For I have already taken for granted
My ability to exist
To my full potential
Peace starts here
I love you all
For you are all molecular atomic structures
Sent from the depths of space
To take shape and form
Then fade away
Like all else before us
This is why
My affinity
is
INFINITY

Sat, 15 Jul 2006 01:58:01 GMT

The winter feels like home
In the hills on own my own
The 'burbs feel like decay
In melbourne a war I crave

In the city we burn
In the city we burn
As our minds become the product of greed
In the city we burn
In the city we burn
In the stench of rotten shit we churn

Because we're weak
Because we're in need
Because we are afraid
And nothing matters outside of ourselves

So say it like I do 'keep it fucking real'
And strip it like I do 'until you see the bone'
Experiment like I do 'inject, inject, reflect'

Inject, Inject, Reflect
Inject, Inject, Reflect

In the city we burn
In the city we burn
As our minds become the product the sin itself
In the city we burn
In the city we burn
In the stench of humanism we burn

Did you forget the feeling of the wind on you're face
Did you forget the sensation of the simple life
Chaos stimulates and we can't settle for anything less
The war has always been, will always be, only within ourselves

My war has almost killed me seven times before
Humanity as a body kills a thousand souls per second
The code of society must be broken
The code of humanity never existed.

In the city we burn
In the city we burn
As our minds become the product of greed
In the city we burn
In the city we burn
In the stench of rotten shit we churn

Let me feel like shit for a day. Not a year. ( I know people are dieing and all that)

Mon, 10 Jul 2006 09:27:08 GMT

A bullet entered my head
A bullet entered my fucking head
I'm so sick and tired of living in this shit hole
I'm so fucking sick of living in this fucking dead tide
People everywhere they undermine...
People everywhere trying to fuck with me
Just let me be
I want to be free

A nail entered my spine
A hole appeared in my heart
Right before I tried to fly
Are the things I crave actualy what I want?
Does the shit I speak mean fucking anything?
I can't take it
I can't take it
Fuck You All
Fuck You All
Stop freaking me out

The tide is almost over
I'm so sorry
I never meant to do this
It came over like a black cloud
Challenging everything I've ever tried to be
Pulling my eyelids closed
You were'nt there
But neither was I

The colours change as I erase myself
Am I who I want to be?
A polar shift inside myself
Was I even anything?

Fuckit Fuckit
Fuckit Fuckit
Fuckit Fuckit
Fuckit Fuckit

Where are you?
Where were ya when it all fell down
Where were ya when the rain poured down
Where were ya? Where were ya?
And where are you now?

A bullet entered my head
A bullet entered my fucking head
I'm so sick and tired of living in this shit hole
I'm so fucking sick of living in this fucking dead tide
People everywhere they undermine...
People everywhere trying to fuck with me
Just let me be
I want to be free

Fuckit Fuckit
Fuckit Fuckit
Fuckit Fuckit
Fuckit Fuckit

Where are you?
Where were ya when it all fell down
Where were ya when the rain poured down
Where were ya? Where were ya?
And where are you now?

I'm stuck in the dead tide. :(

The night that was....

Mon, 19 Sep 2005 07:31:19 GMT

The night of Sonic Animation was a very unique to me. Though I hoped that they would play a bigger set, I was still extreamly satisfied. I even got to shake hands with the man that wrote the lyrics that I will always feel and remember even on my death bed.

5 years of Sonic Animation on my stereo and I only got to see their final tour. It was fantastic.

Later on in the night in the Tunnle, I saw a side to my friends that I knew was already there, but I had never seen thrown quite as far out from the soul. The ultimate honesty drifted straight from one mind to the other and I saw a differance in the four people in that place. Four people that didn't seem quite as alone as the rest. Though I was in a slightly differant plain I still felt a part of the 4.

A connection is there in a way that I have NEVER seen in any other group of people in my life.

(P.S NOBODY can dance like the Dan. :)

I'm free

Mon, 05 Sep 2005 02:12:32 GMT

I am at peace with everything. I look forward to seeing the clouds reach from ground to the outer hemisphere.

This is where I want to be.

I find nothing more interesting than the Weather and the Universe, And the reason for this is, because it flaws everything we think we know about ourselves and life itself. I realised I do believe in reincarnation, Not reincarnation of a spirit, but the reincarnation of our molecular existance.

I don't believe that there is a beggining and an end to anything, I think that everthing has always been, only it has taken a differant form and identity interpretation to the human mind.

To better yourself is only a personal view, there for I can't judge anyone.

I am a little excited by the fact that one day my structure will return to the outer universe.

I am at peace.

Fri, 01 Apr 2005 12:14:31 GMT

I want to walk down a path that leads to a town. This town has massive trees covered in moss surrounding it and streams that fall off cliff tops and into fresh ponds at the bottom. The ponds are full of fish and the water is clean enough to drink.

I want a cottage by the side of one of these ponds. The people in this town are genuine, nice, honest and critical, and everybody talks on the street as if they realy do care, and they do.

The weather is always subject to change, and peace is the ultimate strength among the people. Happiness is not a goal but a lifestyle.

The education system is focused on human emotion, Protection of the environment, helping each other succeed (success is messured on happiness) People work for food, shelter and to keep a positive social lifestyle.

Our only pets will be the creatures that roam freely among the surrounding lands.

If you say this sounds like an impossible dream, It is not. There is one place south of Tibet that has this system. The last place on earth that is innocent. They are the only country that has forests extending rather than declining.

They measure there countries wealth with National Gross Happiness. The KING lives in a small shack with the single class citizens.

Everybody is considered equal politicaly and the Education system teaches Emotion, Happiness, and how to succeed mentaly.

Where did the rest of the world go wrong?

MEssage to the world

Fri, 25 Feb 2005 07:40:50 GMT

Hey, you social separatists survived
The anal fuck fest that tore my eyes
Neo-Olympics
A simple mind
Molded to decay in the blood bath of time

People talk and people say
People die then fade away

I am an anarchist you love to hate
The ANTICHRIST for GOODNESS sake
And you know your right
With that book by your side
Because a 'teacher' assembled Christ into your mind

Hey, your technology is alright
It kills at perfection
And NEVER fails to provide
The rhythm of heart is out of time
But all in all a cyborg is my type of guy

People talk and people say
People die then fade away
Chiming bells mark your wedding day
Then they chime the when life falls away

I can't breath
I hear the gurgling of blood in their throat
The choking of your bitter lives in retreat
And I see your plastic personality
Molded by the ones.. oh who am I to care

Hey, I'm sorry I fell apart
I'm sorry they declared my clinically insane
But these pills make things alright
Sometimes I look to the sky and just drift away
Things are better then
I feel at peace
I think it is my time to drift away
Just fade
Away

Santa's Creamy Potatoes. mmmmm Delisshhhhhhhh

Fri, 17 Dec 2004 06:37:11 GMT

I ran into a kitten on the way to my bowl tooday.
My owner was shouting while holding my leash.
Anyway This Kitten was one of those tortoise shell types. It looked absolutely delicious so I scooped it up and swallowed it. mmmmm

Anyway as I glided out of the window I saw a man in a red suit climbing down the chimney, so I nashed his balls with my K-9'sssssss, I've never seen a man so sad after playing fetch.

I don't blame him though because this ball had a partner and they were both quite smelly.

I'm going to go and sniff some pooches asssssssss!! ;)

Usless Politics

Mon, 13 Sep 2004 01:35:53 GMT

Transcend, from the open mind
In a parallel existence
Your words have no meaning
Only images reflecting everything you say
Your opinions are fucking horse shit to me
Let what accusations you have
Be only a reflection upon yourself
And if it offends you, get on your little bike and ride away

Sitting in ridicule with yourself
Ya gotta let go yeah, ya gotta let go
Your head is made of lego and sometimes logic, well it ain’t right
Ya gotta let go yeah, ya gotta let go
Because we’re all apart of this machine ya see
And their opinion, barring reality ality ality yeah

Yadda ye yadda ye yadda ye yadda yeah
When words have no meaning
Yadda ye yadda ye yadda yadda ye
When their words have no meaning

Ich liebe Dich
I Love You
Gi gibba Gish

It was only ever you against you
Yeah You against you
You against you
Yeah you.

A Free Spirit

Wed, 01 Sep 2004 09:46:26 GMT

My spirit drifts in the wind
Floating through the trees and leaves
Through misty mountains and vast deserts
Across undulating landscapes
Beneath the sea
It lies in me
Impurity
Washed away
By the tidings of glee

Om Om Om Om

This piece of me
Is the peace in me
Let’s float free…

As angles caress the midnight sky
Like a plague of fireflies
Sparkling stardust falls on the Nile
Dreams of Love will never die
In you, in me
There is no barred reality
Lock the mind or set it free
Take a chance and send a prayer
To the sun and moon

Om Om Om Om

Son or daughter
Brother or sister
Friend or foe...

Take in the energy
Set sail down a stream
On a star lit night
Just stare and dream
This world is round
With places to see
Inhale the air
Experience a scene
Let’s fly away...
Away...

Om

Wed, 01 Sep 2004 01:01:46 GMT

Never felt so good and bad at once. hehe Balance, I guess the weather always balances out after the storm.

I've just gotta keep the centre always been and try not to let emotions enforce a losing battle.

I know the world isn't against me, its like i've quoted before, The Beauty of Actions and Reactions.

No matter what happens, i will always have myself.
I'm still going to go for the same goals, I'm still going to live to the extreams.
I still want to push these extreams to a new level with trying things i've never done. And I don't want to re-live the past. I guess thats all I really wanted to say, I deleted the other post and saved it on my computer so I don't forget.

I saw this old jewish man walking past where I was working yesterday, He looked so afraid, I couldn't help wondering what was going through his mind. A differant meaning to life is flowing through probably every mind on earth.

I'm loving the accoustic guitar now, I've never played Zeppelin so well!! lol

Oh well, another day in the kidney grinder.

Mon, 23 Aug 2004 07:36:45 GMT

Well i've certainly been a cheese ball the last few days, but I can't really help it. lol

All of a sudden I am really shit at guitar and can't seem to write a song. hmm I don't know how to sing in a happy tone with out it just sounding 90s cock rock.

I have two main parts to my singing voice, the flat twisted lost haunting voice, and the more happy cock rock voice. And well I am happy, but I try to sing in my flat voice to a happy tune and its like a school boy going through puberty with a really snotty nose.

I can sing Johnny Cash style but not so deep, but most people like girly voices these days and it just won't work unless i'm aiming for tripleM.

And I just have no anger or aggresion to scream into a microphone to heavy music.

It's been a Shpadoinkle weekend.

I think electronic music is my calling. I can make happy tripped out music and sing to it, just not with a Guitar. I just feel so over guitar.

Violin would be nice :)

Catch the Rainbow. (its caught)

Fri, 20 Aug 2004 21:26:47 GMT

Its past 7am, and I just got home from the most beautiful sunrise i've ever seen.

I'm still trying to work out if i'm just dreaming!

How can it possibly have worked out so perfect, and I mean perfect.

For all the times i've lacked faith in myself and my life, here is showing how amazing life can be.

Imagine a moment that lasts for 3 hours. Just holding in each others arms in the car for 3 hours, in her driveway. No naughty buisness what so ever, just the most amazing kisses and conversations.

I have never felt this before.

An amazing night in every aspect.

Omg I must be dreaming?

Free.........

Wed, 18 Aug 2004 13:41:25 GMT

All I know is that in my world I still feel one step ahead.

I need to remember when it feels like i'm drowning I can still breathe underneath the the tides of emotion. Oxygen for all I know is not just in my head, there for my breathing patters are only effected by what I've already convinced myself is threatening.

Knowing this I should be able to regulate my system so that it reacts the same as if I was sitting in a deck chair in the sun on a beach with a joint in my hand.

I truely do believe that we can have this much control over our bodys by useing the proper thought techniques.

Had the best phone conversation with Chris just then, kind of re-enforced everything i've been thinking.

This world is ours as long as we are alive.

How can a movie leave you feeling so wierd???

Tue, 17 Aug 2004 10:33:26 GMT

Everyday is leaving me with new feelings that I just want to write down, I also want my journal to breathe at the moment but it is struggling with all these feelings at thoughts. So here is the next entry....................................

Growing up with a mentally disabled sister I have seen some of the pretty fucked up shit that happens to people that are easily taken advantage of.

One case was a guy whose parent took financial advantage of due to the fact that the pension they were receiving from the government was going straight into their bank accounts. This guy wanted to move out with my sister and they insisted that she was 'evil'.

Another was one guy who's parents just thought he was trash and refused to clean his clothes, teach him anything about hygiene, everything he would wear was given to him by teachers and friends. He is dead now.

Infact the amount of her friends that have died over the years is fucking horrible.

One kid had an eating disorder and died when she was about 17.
Another had a seizure and also died.

And there is more.

It took me along time to admire how well Jackie is doing. From the day she had the tuma removed she has gotten better every year.
We never thought that we would see her moving out and looking after herself.
I feel so bad for all the years that I didn't give her a chance.
Thats certainly a thing I find hard to talk about even to my closest friends.

Now this leads me to the reason why I brought this up.

Dancer in the Dark

My respect for Bjork has just tripled.

A fucking amazing movie, at first I thought I was going to hate it. And then the story line just grabbed me.

The beauty of simplicity was so strong. A simple yet so powerful mind. Willing to forgive absolutely everyone no matter what the price and an entire life dedicated to the well being of a child beyond all measures.

My favorite movie scenes of the year would definitely be in this film, The Factory, and the Train. The Music was perfect and the filming was amazing.

(Oh yeah and Chris!!!! it has nothing to do with who loaned me the movie!!! But it was one this person some extra points!! ;)

Top Ten Events In My Head Today

Mon, 16 Aug 2004 14:10:15 GMT

10 reasons why today was fucking awesome.

#1 I woke up with the best hangover i've ever had.
#2 I got to watch a bit of Baseball (the monday morning tradition at Dans)
#3 Dan and I watched an awesome movie.
#4 Every negative thought that entered my head was imediatly thrown out by thoughts of how fucking awesome life can be if we make it.
#5 number four was supported by last nights wonderful memories!! hehe
#6 I had to fill in for Chris at work.
#7 She looked shocked when I asked if she wanted to come and I didn't care, I just knew it would be awesome wheather she goes or not.
#8 She came up to me later and asked more about it.
#9 I offered her my phone number, but she gave me hers instead. (thats good unless its a fake number ;) hehe)
#10 I still don't really care what happens. I'm just enjoying the Journey.

I love Sunday, because Sunday always helps me to love Monday. 'One link in a chain reaction.' (ok i promise i'll never quote John Farnam again!!)

Oh My Fu Cking God

Mon, 16 Aug 2004 05:26:30 GMT

Well, The dregs of possibly my favorite Sunday night yet are still in force. The room is still spinning, my body is numb, and everything looks like i'm looking through a crystal at the world.

The birds outside sound so perfect at the moment.
The only way to describe how I feel right now is BLISS.
My head feels like a soggy swollen bowl filled with fun colorful jelly.
Oh baby I love this sweet sensation of a wonderful hangover.

I want to describe what happened last night, but it won't do it any justice what so ever if I do. So i'm going to leave it in my head and write my favorite parts.

Giving in to food.

Hearing some random person on a bike yell out "Mardy?".

The conversation with Chris in the bar that I have know idea what or where is now that I think of it.

Beer, Beer, Beer, Beer and more Beer.

Unbalanced Petrol Prices.

The Numeral 1.

The sweet sweet fog.

Photo smoking session.

Trip home.

Shit what was between the lines??? lol

There was so much more, brain happy colorful jelly. *schpadoinkle*

Sun, 15 Aug 2004 06:26:32 GMT

I really want to know how many people get a shiver down their spine when listening to music. I know of people that play instruments but confess that they have never had a shiver up their spine while listening to music.

I don't understand this because thats when I feel the music at its peak.

The Death Of Music by Devin Townsend is probably the most successful song of all time for giving me a tingle everytime i've heard it, and it is second only by Noisey Pink Bubbles also by Devin.

I've been wondering if it's just me that gets these tingles, i'm sure i'm not, but how can anyone that plays an instrument play without feeling the music? Maybe that is the Death of Music right there. I don't know many songs that i've ever heard on the radio that have ever had this effect!

'Night time all around, lonely is the city tonight,
Grey People stare at the static sky,
Ours is not to question why,'

Messsssage to thy friends.

Fri, 13 Aug 2004 07:12:39 GMT

Message to all friends of this page.

I just thought I'd say, this is my real journal now, the other one is my vent for while i'm living with these family friends and such.

If you want to you can take justdallas off your friends list so you don't keep getting the random crap that stops me from talking to myself.

I have my reasons for this. Now think of a dark messy room with shit everywhere, (and I mean aboslutly everywhere) Now imagine trying to walk through this dark room with trip ropes and boxes in all over the place with out stumbling over. That is my head at the moment. Justdallas is my bin that I need to sort through, but the things I need to keep are put straight into this journal. I still put some serious entrys in the other but they are more censored.

And trust me I have a lot of fucking shit in my head that needs to be found and thrown out. ;)

Cheers

Tue, 10 Aug 2004 00:15:21 GMT

It turns out the cancer is worse than they thought, They said that it was at a level 1, now they think its around a level 3, if so they can still hopefully stop it, She is having an operation this week to make sure its not more advanced.

I hate this shit, I feel so sick just from the thought. I wonder how Pete is doing, those two are in so much love.

Of Chipmonks and Cemetrys

Sat, 07 Aug 2004 05:13:26 GMT

Last night was great, the Pet Chipmonks are on acid again, we keep beating them but they won't shut the fuck up. Singing songs at ungodly ours of the night.

Chris and me decided to escape to the Graveyard. It isn't what you expect, I find nothing scary about it. Walking around with hundreds of bodys surrounding you.
Its one place that does actualy feel peaceful.

My favorite part was when we saw the School next door to the Cemetry. A school for people to learn to live, Right next to a place where everything is forgotten.

The thing I find sad is that Money stands for success even when your dead. The rich assholes get massive Tombstones to mark there decomposing bodys. And the poor people get a patch of grass and are lucky to have a peace of metal embeded into it with there name.

Spread my ashes in a nice big forest, and let the perfect example of recyling be my tomb. Or just put me next to your favorite lemon tree and watch the fruit Bloom.

Dog Out

Wed, 04 Aug 2004 10:39:09 GMT

Torn between two worlds, I could never tell the differance.
Walk into an empty city and feel your chest pull tight, nothing is familiar but the voice in the back of your head telling you to find the girl.

No matter what advice I have ever given to others, Nothing could prepare me for this. I pull the hearts she left in my pocket and rub my finger over them. The texture of the glitter paste over the top is the only physical thing I have left.

"Turn out the light".

That stupid sign, who calls a road 'Order Alley' in a city like this. Maybe somebody thought they were cleaning up the grid. Just like everyone else in this place, A single person actualy thought that they were on a crusade to change the world. They felt the importance in themself to name a dead end road.

I know the word Irony doesn't mean what it used to mean, but in todays language thats irony.

We all effect the way the the horde works. The problem is there is no right way for everyone. Only the right way for yourself, Somthing you cherish isn't the same as what someone else might cherish.

You don't like the way they run their house, they don't like the way you run your house. Look what happened to Romeo and Juliet.

So we are all searching for answers, we are all on a mission, every one as unique as the other. As I look around at the empty streets I wonder who went wrong here, Was it me? the soul survivor of some great mystery?
Or was it those rotting corpses in the gutter?

Either way my world is now painted black.

"Turn on the Light".

She was never going to come with me.
Biology just didn't allow for it. Although I don't see her body, I know by looking at whats left of the Horde that she is gone.

I was put in dying flesh, but it appears mine is dying much slower than thiers.

The Western Ring Road; Now there is a road thats name suggests that it goes no where. I jump on my bike turn the key and head to the edge of town.

As I turn onto the Western Ring Road the bike starts to speed up on its own, then silence. The motor cuts out and I roll to a complete stop.
I guess it helps to have petrol in the tank. But why should I complain, Nothing matters now. It appears that I am also the last human to walk this planet, or this city at least. So I might as well make use of my legs.

"Turn off the Light".

Images flashing infront of my eyes, a girl, a girl, a road, a girl, a road, a girl,

"Turn on the light".

Nothing ever changes appart from the scenery. A few days ago I was playing hockey with my best mate, yesterday I was in an empty city.

Now I appear to be in a hospital bed. My girl is there watching. But I can't feel anything or speak.

By the look on her face she seems to be showing signs of relief.

"Turn off the light"

Horde, Her, Road, Horde, Her, Road.

"Turn on the Light"

The clouds look so sweet from here. Its like the world ends at the blue wall behind the clouds. But at night we see its just a mirrage, Beyond the sky lies infinity.

Will we always seek answers to questions that make no sense. I remember back at school talking about the Hitch Hikers Guide to the Galaxy. A story in search of something that can not be understood. The only flaw I found is that the book itself was written by a human.

The only answers we will ever find will be to the questions that we ourselves created.

"turn off the light"