You fucked me
made me insecure and then tricked me
I know what I want and I want it now
What someone wants someone gets
You want me, but I'm not free
Worse then me, you saw them
attack me and then went 'n' fuck'd 'em
"I'm not gonna let you hurt me"
-then you emotionally rape me?
Do unto other's as
wait, you did this to me.
Three is the magic number
third time's the charm
well, now its done.
Is this what you want, what you get, what you're looking for?
I'll tell you what I want, really really want.
I want your future and to forget the past.
Time heals all wounds
time heals no wounds
there is no time, time is the measurement of
a state
becoming another
state
ever working (like a busy bee), never existing
the dimension a(n) (Newtonian) illusion
just like the empty vows of marriage you never got
That I was always ready to give
When they were meant to mean something
a thing.
Agnostics marriage
a show for who?
I Do.
Do. Did. Will do. hAVE done.
´Do you ?
Do you take?
Amor Vincit o.m.n.i.a when Et in Arcadia Ego.
Nosce te ipsum and 3 times 3 followed by three more.
I did what I did for you, whore
Doing this will help
doing this is healthy
This is the way to separate(!)
dissolve
coagulate
What do you see?
Did breaking the sky reveal the truth or just the fiction you believe in?
Nobody knows me, like you know, me. Yet you show me, you don't know me.
The remaining echoes of my words tell you more than the truth I would freely share
You don't care.
Is that fair? Empathy?
Are you there?
I don't want sympathy
I want you truly telling me.
What happened during strike two?
Do you realise what you put me through
before and after
workingclas(h) pos(h)wank
is that your answer, boo?
Push me away, want me to stay
Don't even know what's my way,
(dao, fool the way of no whey)
So this is where's we'z at.
this is the end
my dahrlin' friend
the end.
It's not poetic, not really nor truly
we started us you ended us
there is always a way always all days no haze
ending time
Every(one) (k)new beginning
is a delicate time
Comes from some other
dnE sgninnigeb <<<
söndag 14 juli 2013
tisdag 9 oktober 2012
tisdag 3 april 2012
Interlude 6
In these tears
in these fears
In this hell
in this earth
There is no comprehension
Acid burns,
Dissolution
Dissolving
dissolve, solving the puzzle
In this place
the world of chains
There is comprehension
Philosophers virus, death of the wise
black dragon
poisons, venoms acid leaks
Touch of Midas, Water-style
No 1 escapes inevitable reintegration,
defragmentation
scandisc, re-install.
Sooner or later, it gives it back to the big black alligator
In the words of Ra, see you later.
måndag 3 oktober 2011
Interlude 5
Rhyme? daym
its not reel, yo
S.Williams adressed the 'gore
its like when G^d was a baby
and Her diaper was wet
CyHaiberKu 1
Folded into space, the person as
ori-Gami
Original thrash
translated badly.
Into naughts and 1s,
On or Off high And Low -
Resolution
Noise lights the Air
Sound of folded paper
Be. XS the
Book revealed as
Emanation from the Speaker
Interlude 3
Text Back/Front
Ping?
Pong!
Over the (c)(g)old wire.
The network is timeless
Arcs over distance
silent static
2 minutes of vibration
and silent-mode for our
Holy Dead
tell me secretly
Everything.
textmessage, email, email.
No, w8
the battery is
fredag 11 februari 2011
Interlude 2
Pop them
Take them
Eat them
Sell them
Hate them.
You cannot give me them
I have the right to a life
I have the right to feel to laugh to cry
Thinking
Talking
Dialogue
Diatribe
Sweetalk
Conman
Helping is not
A pill being popped.
Interlude 1
Strips of paper
Shards of glass
Notes floating from the speaker,
Gaga Roma-la, Gaga Oh Lala
Glue, acrylic paint. Emotions ablaze
Confess yourself, not here, on the dancefloor.
Drop of Blood.
Haiku, my ass.
Fiber of wood, soul from my vein into the paper
Its alive! Frankeinstein says.
Thump my ear and clap my heart
Turn the radio off.
Can anybody see the light?
The darkness is the tide falling
Gagaboys and Gagagirls
Blessed are those who suffer
Cockroaches will inherit the earth.
We fall into light, razorblades like the night
Falling away like the strips of the pain
Cut up Bibles mixed with the holy Q-
Pandas are sweet
The holy texts of the Bhagavad Gita
Die in the name of
We want more oil and more trees.
The paper soaks it up, the glue is no more
Harder then that which it holds
LoL
Will this lattice confuse?
Archaeologist finds a panda!
Prehistoric--
Posthistoric--
G sharp ad infinitum
torsdag 3 februari 2011
lördag 25 december 2010
lördag 27 november 2010
Awakening 18
Black bag, blue spotted bird eats
crumbs? Wind sweeps winter street
fredag 19 november 2010
söndag 17 oktober 2010
onsdag 8 september 2010
onsdag 7 april 2010
onsdag 3 februari 2010
torsdag 7 januari 2010
söndag 20 december 2009
måndag 7 december 2009
måndag 30 november 2009
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