My thoughts are just too deranged to write anything now.
Maybe in a couple of weeks...
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
Sunday, October 14, 2007
The sweetness that is death
You make my day, every single day
You're the love of my life, the air that I breathe
Am I just fearful, of being alone?
You're the object of my sympathy
The taker of my pittance
Is it just my deeds, that need cleansing?
I love the labour that I do
It makes me famous, gives me meaning
Is it just a surrogate, for another broken dream?
It's a painful life
For every moment of happiness,
Is an eternity of sorrow
Isn't it a barter, for the sweetness that is death?
You're the love of my life, the air that I breathe
Am I just fearful, of being alone?
You're the object of my sympathy
The taker of my pittance
Is it just my deeds, that need cleansing?
I love the labour that I do
It makes me famous, gives me meaning
Is it just a surrogate, for another broken dream?
It's a painful life
For every moment of happiness,
Is an eternity of sorrow
Isn't it a barter, for the sweetness that is death?
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Freakshow
You look up at that flag
Your heart brimming with patriotism
You could've been born elsewhere
Dancing to a different rhetoric,
Revelling in another anthem.
You're happy with your life
Insurance paid for that vacation
You could've been there around 1929
And have massacred your way,
Through the Great Depression.
You love your parents
And they love you back
You could've been an orphan,
Knocking on doors at Thanksgiving;
Felt up by paedophiles otherwise.
She's the love of your life
You can't imagine away
The very thought makes you cry
You could've missed that bus,
And picked up amorous flesh the rest of your life.
All life's a freakshow
Could've turned out so different
Death - now THAT, is certain.
How do you manage to live,
When you know .... it's coming?
Your heart brimming with patriotism
You could've been born elsewhere
Dancing to a different rhetoric,
Revelling in another anthem.
You're happy with your life
Insurance paid for that vacation
You could've been there around 1929
And have massacred your way,
Through the Great Depression.
You love your parents
And they love you back
You could've been an orphan,
Knocking on doors at Thanksgiving;
Felt up by paedophiles otherwise.
She's the love of your life
You can't imagine away
The very thought makes you cry
You could've missed that bus,
And picked up amorous flesh the rest of your life.
All life's a freakshow
Could've turned out so different
Death - now THAT, is certain.
How do you manage to live,
When you know .... it's coming?
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Que tal
Took my spanish level 1 exam today.
El clase de nivel dos empieza proxma semana.
Have lost about 2-3 kgs after 12 days of fasting.
Un poco mas de dos semanas queda.
El clase de nivel dos empieza proxma semana.
Have lost about 2-3 kgs after 12 days of fasting.
Un poco mas de dos semanas queda.
Saturday, September 08, 2007
Never to rise
When the stars fall
Constellations explode
The sunshine never finds you
Hope, with all your faith
When today's all you have
Yesterday's a blur
Tomorrow may never come
Live, with all you have
When everything's yours
Every roll is 7 or 11
And she's finally in your arms
Fear, the coming that is death
When you know it's about to end;
Your life as you know it
When the sun's about to set,
Never to rise
What do you do then?
Constellations explode
The sunshine never finds you
Hope, with all your faith
When today's all you have
Yesterday's a blur
Tomorrow may never come
Live, with all you have
When everything's yours
Every roll is 7 or 11
And she's finally in your arms
Fear, the coming that is death
When you know it's about to end;
Your life as you know it
When the sun's about to set,
Never to rise
What do you do then?
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
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