Friday, November 28, 2008


The monster sleeps, while the world around him crumbles, to tiny
pieces of dust, mud and ash.
When he wakes up he will ask for cash. Lots of cash.

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Tuesday, November 11, 2008


I'd crawl through 30 miles
of 3 feet deep dog shit
at noon in middle of sahara desert to sniff the hubcap of the laundry truck
that carried
underwear. -anon.
Not written by me. Just something i remember from long time ago:)

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Friday, November 7, 2008


The tendrils of smoke,
From the coffee
Mug on my desk,
Make me wish i were
In a sunkissed kitchen, with a newspaper for company on an early sunday morning.

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Tuesday, November 4, 2008


The days have gotten shorter
and the nights colder
this house stinks of loneliness
and wet clothes

the bed is so cold alone
and my heart is frigid ice
this house is not yet a home
and it doesn't feel too nice

I'll dream of water yet again
and in that dream I'll drown
everything seems to bring me down
When you are not around

the winter is ready to pierce my soul
and just like the days I am feeling small
nothing left to do but think of you
and feel warm knowing you're thinking of me too

Shut Down The World

Shut Down The World

Pull the plug
Flush the shit
Nuke the living
Bury the dead with it

Throw the lever
Spread the fever
Make the world hurt
Fill the wounds with dirt

Blast it all to pieces
Rid the earth of all the species
Make the danger sirens wail
Death is available today in sale

Empty machine-guns in this hole
They want everything? Give them all
Fuck it all to infinity and beyond
Let's see if their gods stand their ground

Monday, November 3, 2008

Wound Up

I've got a maniac grin on my face
I am running with scissors in this race
I've got 1000 monkeys on my back
I'm ready to kill, fuck, die, attack!

Feeling like a timebomb reaching zero
All ready to blow up, not waiting for a hero
Feeling like taking this planet down with me
I've been all of us, there's nothing left to be

I am the tension that needs a mention
I am confident in my apprehension
I am stalking the night, on Death's wing
I am the Alpha, Omega, The Nothing

Wound up
I give a fuck
Want some?
I'll fuck you up

Saturday, November 1, 2008

The Fight

Such a whore
Done once
Asking for more

Intentionally bored
When the drinks are poured
No one has scored
Tonight, everyone will sleep alone

The bed I'm in is cold
And it is getting colder
We all fold into pieces
As we get older and bolder

The song she once sang remains unheard
There are only screams in my ears
I sometimes make weapons out of my words
When I have to fight with my fears


Someday I do not want to make sense. This is one of those days.