my-world-beyond

the title sums up my thoughts

last night is now the pinicle of my life

so much awsome music so much good times

i chose to put my life on the line and moshed for a bit  

that is now the pinicle of my stupidity 

i still hurt

i have many bruises mostly purple and spread out over my body

most have already started going yellow around the edges

cooooooooooool

so apart from feeling like i can stare the devil in the eyes i'm a bit tender 

well very tender  

most movement comes with a degree of pain

but it was alllll worth it 

till next time

i bid you all good tides

l8er dayz

from jimbob

and remember 

stay cool my loyal peeps

i'm home for a few days, a few beers, to see a few old mates

oh and i bit of slayer with a dash of children of bodom a twist of in flames a pinch of lamb of god with a thine eyes bleed on top

did i miss that out  

i think i missed that out

any hoo it's nice to sleep in your own bed and be unable to touch three of your four walls at the same time

plus it's nanny mac's birthday on this cold wet friday 

life seems to go at an all to classic rate

that way of life you remember from when you were little well not little but the rooteen you grew up to

that day in day out pulse, heartbeat, circle of life, way that thing just happen 

it's like being on a different sound track

there is more melody and structued rhyfum. peaceful harps and piano

no hectic keyboard solos and driving drum beats like uni life feels like

some times you dispare for instentce  

the inhabitent of the room in the next flat through one of my walls (if your understand that i'm clapping)

if that blok is'nt banging his girl he is trying to lern to play the guitar

if i have to lay in bed at 11 o'clock listening to him wail to clumsy acustic guitar i will find out who he is and shoot him

then i'll chop off his fingers and hack out his tougne 

cook them, eat them and wait for the police

lack of sleep and high pitched wailing can test even the most placid of men

the fact he reported me for playing loud music to mask his high quallity mind torture

if he pushes me any more then drink will flow, blood will spill and arrows will fly

less on my brutal dreams of divine bow based retribution

more pinky and the brain style plans for  tax evasion

maybe a liger (it's pretty much my favorite animal you know)

maybe i'll curl up into a foetal ball and sing nursery ryhmes

or go into water stones and read green eggs and ham and laughth my mentaly ill arse off

all good suggestions but i'd rather kick back and enjoy a nice cool glass of OJ 

till next time peeps  

i will look forward to killing you soon