palcode

life it's kinda massacre


I was driving yesterday night. i was coming back home from the radio where i played with my band. on the side of the road, the streetlights were just like a river of fireflies. i felt like i was drivin inside the body of a woman, like in that video from QOTSA. i was riding my car right between the legs of a gigantic girl, that was laying on the ground, with her head on the hills. night was dark and deep. the air was cool. smoking outside the places is more introspective now. it's always like a new taste.
everytime i light on a cigarette and you are not here, my dear imaginary girl, i feel like i nedd you less and less. i'm not yours anymore. just let me go.
tomorrow i'll not be here.
tears from the red