Dark Times Lead To Strange Questions. Strange Questions Lead To Weird Answers And That’s Good Because

I am your last chapter.

The Truth About Music

Music can change someone’s whole life. One song can make a bad day a good day or something that’s misunderstood, understood. It can teach you how to live. It can show you how to love. It can spread peace and connect people from distant lands. It is a force of empathy that transcends propaganda and the prostitution of the populous. It can brings all classes together to show class separation is an illusion. All of this, music is and can do when created for such reasons.

"So Long (Need Someone Now)" music video from my album "Of Life & Death".

Your voice is heavenly

Thank you very much 🙏

Only true earth-angels hear it in such a way.

I’ve been singing my sad into this microphone during lucid dreams in a parallel universe. The red noise was recorded and will soon be given to you as a musical album here on the dimensional plane where we are existing with such separation from one another.

MIKE LIEBO - "THE TRUTH ABOUT REGRET"

[music video]

What does heroin feel like?

Some people believe the afterlife or Heaven or whatever you want to call it is whatever you imagine it to be. Something like an endless and infinite lucid dream. I believe that’s what heroin is to people. It’s whatever you want it to be. It can be your lover or your enemy. It can be your Heaven or your Hell, your God or your Devil. When people hear about my past, the things I’ve done...the ones that never been in that world, at the edge of the world, the place where death holds your hand until it’s cold as ice: they always want to know one thing. They all ask the same question. “What did the high feel like?”. The fact that no one ever asks what the withdrawal is like shows that people really think addiction is a choice or people are just choosing over and over again to get high. Well, you know what the high is. Whatever you want it to be. Let me tell you about the withdrawal. It’s like being aboard a space ship that is running out of air supply and you know you only have 12 hours to live and right when you’re about to die, literally right at the end when you have your last breath, out of no-where the oxygen begins to flow again and you’re fine. Then the next day it happens again and then the next day and so on and so forth. To be on heroin is always knowing your inevitable demise within hours and then at the last second being saved. It is nothingness in waiting and all time is on a borrowed watch from a character in a lost dream you once had. The only way to escape is to let yourself die. That’s how the brain perceives it. So no it’s not like hitting a joint kind of high. It’s entering the realms of nothingness. For the first few times it’s whatever you want it to be to leave Earth. You can feel euphoric and free and loved until you can’t come back. Then you’re just lost in orbit. The oxygen begins run out, and you’re stuck. The only way to come back to Earth is to let yourself die.

Shoutout to @one_matgarita_please on Instagram! Thanks for digitally painting me!

I am a puddle.

I am drunk.