October 2011
15 posts
hell on earth, is what i’ve been told, which was pretty obivous already.
the real hell’s a fucking snake-pit, a million demons all trying to make their mark.
so one day someone says let’s open up a local branch, let’s do out-reach work in the cities of men and they all fell over themselves running for the fucking door
it’s tougher in some ways, i mean...
Nor aught availed him now to have bulit in Heaven high towers
Nor did he scape by all his engines but was headlong sent
With his industrious crew, to build in Hell.
not sure how long i can deal with this, having independence with my love to having no love and no independence, telling me what i should do and when i should do it, telling me how they think i should do things, their attiude fucking stinks, all bullshit and no return, just me my cat and my love, this is all i ask for, all others can rot in hell.
i was wondering...
pure deep emotion about people we lose always makes me think about the ones closest to us, our love drives into a diffferent zone, we wonder what it would be like to lose them and we feel how grateful we are to have them.
they our are heroes, our space warriors travelling through space, our heroes that will defeat all enemies that stand before us, they are so special to us.
we can’t eat,...
many people ask me why i always sign off 'till me...
open up my mind, shove your hands in and kill all...
fucking hell, i feel bad this evening, ill, lonely and depressed. =( i need a cuddle from my girlfriend.
Watch the waves so far away They’re washing cross the paths that I have made Leaving all my sins, I turn away Like soaring birds I watch my sorrows play Don’t you know, I’ve left and gone away You’re knocking on the door I closed today And everything looks brighter Waves at play just sooth my pain away Felt so good to see the sun I choose my time before I choose the wine...
I would like to leave this city This old town don’t smell too pretty and I can feel the warning signs running around my mind And when I leave this island I’ll book myself into a soul asylum And I can feel the warning signs running around my mind.
