My DREADS

Some people have girl or boyfriends

Others get cars or pets

I got dreads!

 Other's dreads smell, mine don't. Although they are not perfect esthetically, they got style, my style, hellyes!

We had a great time, I have to accept that it was really cool while it lasted.

 It was not a sickish relationship. My soul have flown with them. We have been one.

 However, it's time to say "see'u on the otherside".

No, I won't get them cut, I'll cut them just like I did make them and I did not get them done. A part of me will be cut down, so it deserves a kind of mourning, not in the gay or drama way, just a like a process to get a higher level.

We headbanged very hard, we drank, we did and we lived what we had to.

When something changes its appearence, it changes itself. Are you calling me a superficial person? Would it be the same La Gioconda with other smile?*  And it is not that I'm a piece of art (not a recognized one, at least). 

 This is not an ontological theory about appearence and being, it's just a simple idea about how life changes.

How will I change?

Is there going to be a 2nd season of dreadlocks (reincarnation)?

 Will I feel the same vibe in my environment?

Whatever it's going to happen, let's listen to some songs that inspire me:

DREAD METAL:

Soulfly - Seek N' Strike

KoRn - It's on

Superjoint Ritual - Turning point

Six Feet Under - Bringer of Blood

Deftones - 7 word

Crisis - Waking the dead

*Interesting argument which was taken from a boring movie which title I don't remember, 'The end of the american empire' something like that.

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VlaDreAd, SEE YOU ON THE OTHERSIDE!