Fuck, I’m in a creative closet. I can’t manage to get shit done. That’s how it is. Sometimes you can record a whole song in one day and other times you won’t even look at the goddamn studio. Oh well, I won’t force myself.

I got two new tattoos yesterday so now I have four of them and all fighting for space on the same forearm. In case you were wondering what I got, the first one is a tiny star on the upper side of my arm just beneath the hand and the other one is a text saying “Dominus Vobiscum” divided by a crucifix. It means “God be with you”.

I just got home from Paris and I left my heart there. It’s a beautiful city and I need to go back as soon as I can.

Today I got some very bad news. An old classmate of mine was killed last night. I went to school with him for nine years and I knew him pretty well. We didn’t talk since graduation though. He was run over by some maniac on drugs who purposly killed him because of a verbal dispute. The guy killed was not violent. He was a good man. As far as I know, he didn’t hurt anybody. He leaves behind him a wife and two small children. I’m lost for words.

On top of this it was exactly one year since my cat, my friend of 16 years, died.

I don’t know why I came to think about the ending line of the movie “Windtalkers” and why it means so much to me today, but it goes: “His name was Joe Enders, from south Philadelphia. He was a fierce warrior, a good marine. If you ever tell a story about him George… Say he was my friend.”

Today was a dark day. Today my heart cries.

I have about 2/3 to go until finishing the album and most likely this is the titles of the tracks to make it on the album (not in correct order)

01. Another Song About Being Lonely
02. Salvation
03. Not My Problem (written in 1999)
04. Belly Ache Love (written in 1994)
05. Nightmare (written in 2001)
06. Washout
07. Books of History (written in 2001. Acoustic version available in the video section)
08. Fairy Tail
09. William Franz Joseph
10. Cubital Fossa
11. Leaving Town
12. March 10
13. Ryan Ben O’Bay – Part II
14. Berlin Wall

Now, if only I could finish this damn thing.

I’m often angry. Most of the time I am sick of people, absolutely sick of them. Yeah, I’m proud to say I fucking hate them. I hate them because they hate so much. I hate them because they are not more like me. I’m just being honest. Very seldomly I see hope in humanity. People in general are too stupid to last in this universe. But I also love people. How does that add up? It doesn’t. What am I trying to say? Once again, I have no idea.

Maybe I should just shut the fuck up and work on my album.