الخميس، 28 أبريل، 2011

Suited

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suited

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weep

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my eyes light back, i mean i go to weep, and they get larger, not bright, somehow bigger, and cleaner...
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There's no news...no thoughts at all. No news. Bring the paint-brushes home, finish a picture. Marry, seater. a crown of wiry air, slight sweat, no smell. Lazy in work. Don't care about future, qualifications, just prepare a amount of books, to read in long future, when you will have nothing to do but sleep....somehow you will get back to a secure place, or get ill and old, and en up in a care-home, so amount types of books. And wait. OWen Jones and arabesques calling, abandoned places and skies. Palaces. 

The fight has finished, it left us winning without a whisper, we cried the light, and every-one rested....the rest was most in the heathens, but i rested, because living this easy, shouldn't shake up the days. The infidel was just discarded and forgotten, I wanted to fight, I fought everyone, then I called further and further, transgressing through images and figures, to reach a higher point, like a little star-cross, glowing red. It will take two weeks, two weeks to destroy heathen soul. So anyway, they got to sleep, but where they were sleeping was in the fires. Over.

I decided they had gone through a burnt day, and I stayed quiet.

I'm happy, even though there's no fair vengeance.

Just quiet.

الأحد، 3 أبريل، 2011

The Evil

"Ok, I'll dig it...play on..."

Right, I have to explain, because it's urgent to soul, no-one seems to understand that, i just get screams:

Ooh, there ain't no other way, baby, I was born this way / Baby, I was born this way

Some UnHoly War;

I hated her songs, I hadn't even seen the videos, but it was hate...

It was a spell, when she became popular, that soul was being destroyed...popular with the kids, something forming, something forming in their light, that turned them a sickly grey, I saw it once, on the train...

So I let it play, I listened out the lyrics.

Then I got dizzy spells again, I got the same, feverish, fainting, I had got the week before, when Satan itself arrived. Supposition.

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Germany

pyramid sing- radiohead

a white haired woman in arms.

"Soul, soul, let's kiss like they're dead, "

" wei vant to fight.
they're dead...!..."

I was see-ing the highest lights, I was kruerk von abad, I soared into hatred....think, think 'doing'.;

a jewish soul in a german bride, you are white heaven. That woman wanted God, and so did you and so, you were King.

  1. you thought you were time-travel, so you wanted to collect photos, clothing, trinckets...wicked, you went wicked, the photo, of you gasping, open mouth full of blood, in the arms of a weirdly and why, smiling woman, not lovingly holding you, but a little like she was showing her pet-dog, blood flowing down his face, holding him up to smile at the camera also, like smiling and exhibiting you for the camera, as though you were her happy-child, not a thin, choking, blood-covered victim, of a beating, of a beating for a photo collection.

And you wanted revenge, you wanted to make sure she was in hell, and then you saw her shake and gasp, and you wanted her out of hell, you died wickedly.

You said, let her sleep, go where-ever she is meant to go. just forget, but you were in shock, not in shock of the photo, which had to be looked at, intellectually, "that was hurting me, power, power to avenge..." You where in shock, of what was happening to her soul.

You said: "Have you got the photos? Throw everything there away now...."

Because before you wanted that collection, you thought of it alot, more than that, you wouldnt think of anything else, like Hero,like a spell of heights...

 just that weird uniform.