My hand keeps reaching for the gun,
"Do you ever listen to the Sun?"
Yes and no, sometimes it's so.
Mist slides between my fingers.
Cold encases, body filled with stingers.
Give up and just let it go!
Monday, August 22, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Randum quotes, DA-FUCK-YOU!
/Postal2/
''Did someone slaughter a goat in here? No seriously, I wanna know.''
''Crap, looks like everyone in town had the same idea.''
''Hey Chico, I need an alternator for an 87´Dafuckyou''
''Stupid library book, bitch can´t even read.''
''Woah, the walls are melting. Groovy!''
/Jacob's Ladder/
''Eckhart saw Hell too. He said: The only thing that burns in Hell is the part of you that won't let go of life, your memories, your attachments. They burn them all away. But they're not punishing you, he said. They're freeing your soul. So, if you're frightened of dying and... and you're holding on, you'll see devils tearing your life away. But if you've made your peace, then the devils are really angels, freeing you from the earth.''
/Stay/
''Sam Foster I've read your file.
Henry Letham: Well can I read your file?
Sam Foster: Tell me why you're here.
Henry Letham: I thought you read the file.''
''Do you know the Tristan Rêveur quote about bad art? It's "bad art is more tragically beautiful than good art 'cause it documents human failure.''
/Fight Club/
''This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.''
''Only after disaster can we be resurrected.''
''It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.''
''I felt like destroying something beautiful.''
''Tyler sold his soap to department stores at $20 a bar. Lord knows what they charged. It was beautiful. We were selling rich women their own fat asses back to them.''
''The things you own end up owning you.''
''Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.''
Ok, i'm tired of looking for more, will add some more later.
''Did someone slaughter a goat in here? No seriously, I wanna know.''
''Crap, looks like everyone in town had the same idea.''
''Hey Chico, I need an alternator for an 87´Dafuckyou''
''Stupid library book, bitch can´t even read.''
''Woah, the walls are melting. Groovy!''
/Jacob's Ladder/
''Eckhart saw Hell too. He said: The only thing that burns in Hell is the part of you that won't let go of life, your memories, your attachments. They burn them all away. But they're not punishing you, he said. They're freeing your soul. So, if you're frightened of dying and... and you're holding on, you'll see devils tearing your life away. But if you've made your peace, then the devils are really angels, freeing you from the earth.''
/Stay/
''Sam Foster I've read your file.
Henry Letham: Well can I read your file?
Sam Foster: Tell me why you're here.
Henry Letham: I thought you read the file.''
''Do you know the Tristan Rêveur quote about bad art? It's "bad art is more tragically beautiful than good art 'cause it documents human failure.''
/Fight Club/
''This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.''
''Only after disaster can we be resurrected.''
''It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.''
''I felt like destroying something beautiful.''
''Tyler sold his soap to department stores at $20 a bar. Lord knows what they charged. It was beautiful. We were selling rich women their own fat asses back to them.''
''The things you own end up owning you.''
''Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.''
Ok, i'm tired of looking for more, will add some more later.
Maybe
''Just let go!''
Whirls and all that.
''I don't smoke.''
A nice day all in all, what to add. Painting's still not dried, cannot go on with it. Going through.
''And why do you . . ?''
- ''Just because.''
And what the fuck do you know? I know nothing besides that I know little. And I'm not Stanley.
All my thoughtbarfs pretty much end up in notebooks, whoever's interested can maybe get a chance to read.
Whirls and all that.
''I don't smoke.''
A nice day all in all, what to add. Painting's still not dried, cannot go on with it. Going through.
''And why do you . . ?''
- ''Just because.''
And what the fuck do you know? I know nothing besides that I know little. And I'm not Stanley.
All my thoughtbarfs pretty much end up in notebooks, whoever's interested can maybe get a chance to read.
Friday, August 19, 2011
sbc
Huiņa wasn't bad. Had fun, want moar.
Nothing really much to add besides that i've enjoyed things lately. Propably going to the BRK @ DD tomorrows, moar reports later.
Nothing really much to add besides that i've enjoyed things lately. Propably going to the BRK @ DD tomorrows, moar reports later.
Monday, August 15, 2011
a.
People always tell you to look at the bright side of things. I do. I acknowledge that if things go too bad, there is always a way out. After all, there are always drugs and one can leave the roller coaster any moment, too.
Maybe not so bright of a thought after all.
Maybe not so bright of a thought after all.
How
My drugged brain is losing lucidity, but with that, I lose myself, which is nice. How did I get here, or, more precisely, why didn't I quit last year? It was such a tempting option it still creeps in on me. How can I possibly trust people again? After being failed by so many, so many times, how do I continue?
Thursday, August 11, 2011
walls within voids.
Betrayal. Nothing else feels quite like it, does it?
______________________________
On a side note, I've got tons of music and some movies, thankfully, something to keep myself occupied with.
I feel that soon it'll be the time to break apart, to recollect myself again. Or not.
Shaking.
''I choke on desperate breath.''
Grasping for air is indeed not always the best course of action. Especially if you're underwater. Or . . .
Skin and bones, and a little bit of flesh inbetween. Inseminator-incubator. Fuck nature! That disingenious bitch.
Aren't we all just really biding our time?
How much longer? Well, to be honest, I think my watch is way off. WAY off.
Twitching. Whirling. Slaughter all the fucking horses on the damn carousels and slit the childrens throats. They're better off that way.
Just remain calm and keep going! And rip everyone who stands in your way to pieces. Even if it means - yourself. How come my time is never at hand? It eludes me. Metatron never speaks to me. Either that or I'm just deaf. But how does one perceive the voice of something hidden inward of itself? Maybe it was just never there. Maybe there just is no IT. Within and without. Shriek.
______________________________
On a side note, I've got tons of music and some movies, thankfully, something to keep myself occupied with.
I feel that soon it'll be the time to break apart, to recollect myself again. Or not.
Shaking.
''I choke on desperate breath.''
Grasping for air is indeed not always the best course of action. Especially if you're underwater. Or . . .
Skin and bones, and a little bit of flesh inbetween. Inseminator-incubator. Fuck nature! That disingenious bitch.
Aren't we all just really biding our time?
How much longer? Well, to be honest, I think my watch is way off. WAY off.
Twitching. Whirling. Slaughter all the fucking horses on the damn carousels and slit the childrens throats. They're better off that way.
Just remain calm and keep going! And rip everyone who stands in your way to pieces. Even if it means - yourself. How come my time is never at hand? It eludes me. Metatron never speaks to me. Either that or I'm just deaf. But how does one perceive the voice of something hidden inward of itself? Maybe it was just never there. Maybe there just is no IT. Within and without. Shriek.
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