turku
silences
valleys that separate us need to breathe
The reality of chaos and horror
lived in the lower brain cortex.
I'll scream, bark at the hole, the endless slaughter
interior.
I scare the hell barking
cut your throat for no love.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Monday, January 7, 2008
Diazapam And Lorazapam Whats The Difference
breathing?
Turku (Finland)
May
a full month
fingers crossed that everything goes well
keep reporting
Turku (Finland)
May
a full month
fingers crossed that everything goes well
keep reporting
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Holga Polaroid Instant Back
roads
If it's a bad day, you try to suffocate .
Another memory ... scarred.
If it's a bad case, Then You Accelerate
you're in the getaway... car.
You don't care about us... oh oh.
You don't care about us... oh oh.
You don't care about us... oh oh
You don't care about us.
If it's a bad case, you're on the rampage.
Another memory... scarred.
You're at the wrong place, you're on the back page,
you're in the getaway... car.
You don't care about us... oh oh.
You don't care about us... oh oh.
You don't care about us... oh oh
You don't care about us.
It's your age, It's my rage.
It's your age, It's my rage.
You're too complicated, we should separate it.
You're just confiscating, 're exasperating.
This degeneration, mental masturbation.
Think I'll leave it all behind, save this bleeding heart of mine.
It's a matter of trust. Because
..
You do not care about us ...
It's your age, It's my rage.
forgot ... it's Christmas ...
kisses to whom the merit
If it's a bad day, you try to suffocate .
Another memory ... scarred.
If it's a bad case, Then You Accelerate
you're in the getaway... car.
You don't care about us... oh oh.
You don't care about us... oh oh.
You don't care about us... oh oh
You don't care about us.
If it's a bad case, you're on the rampage.
Another memory... scarred.
You're at the wrong place, you're on the back page,
you're in the getaway... car.
You don't care about us... oh oh.
You don't care about us... oh oh.
You don't care about us... oh oh
You don't care about us.
It's your age, It's my rage.
It's your age, It's my rage.
You're too complicated, we should separate it.
You're just confiscating, 're exasperating.
This degeneration, mental masturbation.
Think I'll leave it all behind, save this bleeding heart of mine.
It's a matter of trust. Because
..
You do not care about us ...
It's your age, It's my rage.
forgot ... it's Christmas ...
kisses to whom the merit
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