talk about revolution

talk about dicipline
talk about the news

talk about success

talk about projects
talk about ideas

talk about why

and talk about how


i don't get it.
but we have alot to talk about.

still. silence reigns when you're around strangers.

i don't get it

i have slippery fingers. slippery hands. a slippery mind and a slippery tounge.
i say alot of crap.
but somehow, it's better than silence.

i don't keep track of the news. i keep track of nothing but my illgotten head.


but being full of shit pays off, because then you have alot of it to go around. you have alot to talk about.

and sometimes, people measure value in quantity, not quality.


i'm being foul.

no. FOALS.
listeing to them now, and i can't say anything else than
i love it

this far. i love it.
you should try it.

love is a word that never gets worn out, eh?

especially when you're like me,
an euforic and (probably) insane enthusiast

what can i say. i enjoy life from time to time.
when i have my head on straight. which i do now.

i love it.

i'm a dog now, i live in the moment

i've fetched happiness and now i chew on it