IanAwesomes blogg

The ground is gone
don’t look now but the ground is gone
I’m so high that the ground is gone
and I don’t even know which crowd I’m on
don’t look down but the ground is gone
don’t look down cause the ground is gone
right now I’m a million miles from home
and I’m so high that the ground is gone

Walk on air
Show me to the edge and I'll walk of there
We ain't high enough au contraire
And sometimes life just don't compare

Say my name baby pull my hair, and imma' fuck you like a bull I swear
I gotta lot of love that I could just share
I gotta lot of drugs that I could just share
I know I know pretty light girl , a nice lil' mirror and a little white girl
Way at the top of the mountain - bouncing
May I be everything but grounded
I dont ever wanna see the bottom the bottom
I just wanna float, float like muhammed
I dont ever wanna see the bottom the bottom
I just wanna float...

Lets jump off a building baby..

There is an idea; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply.. am not.. there.
I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed, disgust and lust. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.