Give me something to worry about,
I can’t allow myself to be totally happy,
There must be something to spoil it,
A problem presents itself and I handle it badly,
No possible solution,
The end of the world,
But when I find that the problem is gone I’m
still not satisfied,
Something has to take its place,
I need new worries,
I just can’t enjoy myself all the way,
There always has to be some shit on the ice-cream,
Don’t tell me you are any different.
Wednesday, 16 April 2008
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- Vlad Kurgan
- Vlad Kurgan is not my real name, nor is it me in the profile picture. I have previously been published in the following UK and international magazines: Revolver, Loaded, Kerrang!, Metal Hammer and Viz.
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