"Make Me Love You" Music Video

Mike Liebo - My Velvet Love [FULL ALBUM ]

Chapter 1 from "Kingdom Of Nowhere" 1. Make Me Love You 2. I Need A Taste 3. Well 4. Came To Float 5. A Midsummer Nights Wet Dream 6. War On My Mind 7. Hell I Know 8. In A Lake Of Fire 9. Chemical Darling 10. Edge Of The Bay 11. Heart Burn 12. Golden Embers

If you’re looking hard enough, on a clear blue day, you can see the future.

Midnight Lune 🌙

Photo by Ariel Erna @arielernaphotography

It's been a crazy fucking journey coming back to life after quite a long and dark battle with heroin and fentanyl. Throughout it she's been on my mind everyday. At all hours of the day and night I'm haunted by the thought I'll never be with her, again. I try to let go but I can't. I can still see her in the back of a memory somewhere smiling back at me with all the love in the world. She refuses to talk to me, now.. I fucked up everything :(

Mike Liebo

@mikeliebo

My life is just like NASCAR. It’s really really reallly boring 98% of the time and I’m just constantly going in circles….but when I crash that’s when everyone remembers “ohhh yeah that’s why we pay attention to Mike.”

And then they watch semi-worried and semi-entertained as I go up in flames.

Necessities of the night

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.

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.

I am a puddle.