the art in which we all posess,
which is the reality of mankind.
otherwise i write and at times,
i create beautiful peices of anything.
you realize,
that a good idea is art.
Love, Love, Love.
Love, Love, Love.
Love, Love, Love.
There's nothing you can do that can't be done.
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game.
It's easy.
Nothing you can make that can't be made.
No one you can save that can't be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time.
It's easy.
All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need.
All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need.
Nothing you can know that isn't known.
Nothing you can see that isn't shown.
Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.
It's easy.
All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need.
All you need is love (All together, now!)
All you need is love. (Everybody!)
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need (love is all you need).
Yee-hai!
Oh yeah!
She loves you, yeah yeah yeah.
She loves you, yeah yeah yeah.
I backed my car into a cop car the other day
Well he just drove off sometimes lifešs ok
I ran my mouth off a bit too much, oh what did I say?
Well you just laughed it off, it was all OK
And we'll all float on OK
And we'll all float on OK
And we'll all float on OK
And we'll all float on anyway.
Well, a fake Jamaican took every last dime with that scam
It was worth it just to learn some sleight of hand
Bad news comes don't you worry even when it lands
Good news will work its way to all them plans
We both got fired on sadly the same day, that we were going to quit it anyways
And wešll all float on OK.
And we'll all float on OK
And we'll all float on OK
And we'll all float on OK
And we'll all float on
Alright already, we'll all float on
No don't you worry we'll all float on
Alright Išm ready. We'll all float on
Alright don't worry we'll all float on
Alright, alright, wešll all float on.
Alright already, wešll all float on OK.
Donšt worry, wešll all float on.
Even if things get heavy, wešll all float on.
Alright already, wešll all float on alright.
Donšt you worry, wešll all float on.
Wešll all float on.
This heat is horrible, nothing could be worse than my own flesh boiling...i mean, its calgary and the highest its been is like 33 degrees, but its calgary and i know no other climate!! perhaps some night swims in the neighbors pools would be nice. Hmm, think of all the possibilities?!
oh no, i went to my first kegger last night and it was insane. first it was a ten dollar cover, then it was "yes i'm 18" and all of a sudden i'm grabbing some really hot guys ass...it was dare, but it was a dare that i am truley proud of. i mooched about 30 smokes from people last night and i drank about 8 to 12 beers and kissed my first asian guy...it was his birthday, so i felt i owed it to him. then i kissed a hot guy and some guy named eric and some guy named lee. i feel so slutty, but i was good and stayed alive!! yay for me. i'm so hungover now though...it's really uncool. i can't keep food down and my head is hurting like hell and i got in trouble with my friends parents and it was an F-ed up night. but a night i will never forget!
my friends are always there to understand me, but if i don't have any friends, then who do i have to understand me? no one. i'm alone in a jar filled with unhappiness! what an emo point of veiw, but i feel i deserve it so much right now. i'm listen to my happy summer felt music, but i just can't sit here and be happy. i'm not who i used to be and people have left me for it. i hate who i've become and i hate them for leaving me here to rot. i'm tired of fearing that one day i'll be alone or that one day my life will cease to excist because i am to "depressed" to do anything about it. oh well, it doesn't matter. i write not for the sympathy and pity that most would assume i seek. i write because when all else fails in my younge life of fifteen years as a writer, i write. i write for tomorrow, and i write for yesterday. without it, i have nothing.
There is nothing worse in this world than someone telling you that you're lieing when you're obviously not. I hate it when people lie as well and all I can do is rant about how much hostility I've built up and how the things that anoy me, anoy me so well. People are just to much for acusations and lies. It's like they fear the truth will hurt you in the worst form of spite. But like everything else, we will cope and get over it. And then the ones thta tell you you're lieing when you're not, that pisses me off the most. I can't stand it when you say no and all they say is "you mean yes" and blah?! I should stop now, but if they're not listening, then what the hell are they doing. People...the beginning of the end.
Not that much goes on in my life of fifteen years, but everything seems so fast and yet so slow in one big contradicting mess of ups and downs. Good music, good people, good food, good drinks and good thinking. Thats my life pretty much and thats all it needs to be for the moment. Or should it be more exciting? Or perhaps more boring? Hmm, who really knows!? I'm just a spec in a world of billions, so if I'm just a spec, what does that make everyone else? A dot? Why do I even bother?
