And so the first thing that I wanna tell you after all this hiatus is that Flyleaf has released their second full-length album. Well, I know it's kinda late but whatever. And yes, some of us knows about it, alright. So you know, you ransack the whole effin' city looking for their latest outing because you're a fan, dead avid fan, but then you end up in vain cause all these stupid sales people in every record shop don't even know what their products are. I mean, you ask them, hey dyah have the latest from Flyleaf? and they would reply, with distorted eyebrows, uhm hmm what's Flyleaf? Is it house music? Disco? ****. All they know is the streaming dance jingle-ish mania on air. That's just how it is. And I'm bad. I know, right? I mean, you know how it is when you really had the chance to get something that you really want and seems like you're not permitted to have it after all. Crazy shit. And you know, after watching this Flyleaf vid about humanity, children, and all, my heart kinda stop for some crazy seconds. It's really weird. I mean, there was something. Something happened. And it's freakin hard to explain. You know how it is when you really know deep inside you that you're really part of something special. But you're an asshead because you're tryin to ignore it, just ignore it, but just so you know, it's never gonna leave you til death like shit. I really don't know. I'm a believer but for some reason, I'm not. I mean, it's crazy, I know. You wanna change the world but you can't change your family and the last time I check, you can't even change yourself. You can't. So I thought. Only Jesus Christ can. I still have a lot to say. I was gone for almost good, right? Like, people online are racing to vanity, as always. You can almost see the shit tags on their neck that says HEY I'M COOL.CHECK ME OUT. If you decipher it, it means HEY I'M A LOSER, ISN'T IT AMAZING? And your job is crazy since forever. Americans make you puke hardcore. Superiority complex shit and all. And well, cutesy girls in skimpy outfits and white foundation like graveyard, dangling in the arms of their skater boys, break your neck bigtime. I mean, wtf. Well, sometimes, girls, I mean, not this kind of girls, are smarter than boys (this kind of boys) to begin with. There's no need for a genius scientist to understand phenomena like this. You know what I mean. Gee.
But you know, as what I've said, you want to do something but seems like there's this whole conspiracy plot against you or something like that. So hard to obey, right? You want to do good but you still want to play. That's the whole burden of it all. I don't know. Heavy sighs and counting. The night is deep and I am yet to reclaim my rest. To be continued.