Nick Moody & His Mind At 7:16 am

as im steadily deciding on what trees to roll
im visualizing my tat just attacking me
no its not an animal or something more feral
its a representation of all my sensations towards you
my joy , my anger , my lust
reasons why your divine in my eyes
my personal prize
you shine in the moonlight
makes my heart go so fast
i wish it could last after we die
i made you crazy im sorry
but my love for you was immense and random
from cursing you out for kicking my ass in video games
to resting my head late night watching a movie in the dark
you are a piece of art

Nick Moody & His Mind At 2:43 pm

tommorow im getting a tattoo of a _____
no idea what im going to do
i want something really fucked up
that goes well with myself and looks hot
+ im going with her and were doing it together
she doesnt have a clue just like i do
were going to randomly wander in a tattoo parlor
but i know something is that tommorow evening
if my body has to bear another symbol
not counting the one that manifests during my sleep
i want her to look me deep in the eyes
and wonder why i had to get a tattoo after i made her cry
am i doing it for myself or for something else ?
do i have motives that wont be explained until the unveiling
of what i tatted on my skin ?

Nick Moody & His Mind At 7:10 AM

was i required to change environments
to release my excess stress with these texts
or am i just holding my breath
i dont feel like im doing the right thing unless
its something which benefits the female sex
but even sometimes it indulges them in my mess
like i was destined to fuck up her present
some might think im not human
or even more abstract then martians
more so like a demon
less of a fantom
feel even weirder when she says im exited by sin
then a slow grin with lips bitting
i feel bad being this bad
its sad but yet so wild
a fun trip around a sexual fiend
but i love movies and restaurant will go all you want
but you know i cant control while were staring and the drinks cold
im not even being bold im normal as doing in in the chef's kitchen
then heading home fucking till 4 am where we make French toasts

Nick Moody & His Mind At 3:12

i remember when times were better
there were better times then the latter
but after everything i dont deserve meliorate
i was chilling out of town at my cousins
chilling and playing n64 while toking
fake vodka and beer were drinking
and oups i forgot the munchkin :)
the quadruple incredible influential daily ritual
after Cheech and Chong i felt like passing out
so i slowly went into a perfect daze of drugged out state
and music was playing bury me a G from French and Dame
everything was perfect
seriously i felt like i could escape into the astrals
normally some Sade would make me die a little inside
but at that moment i felt like going thought an emotional rollercoaster
then my little cousin throws a plastic cushion
saw stars and bells and everything was wack after that
like getting pulled out of hell
its cold outside that coffin was comfy and had a great smell