Post_Mortem

and the book says we may be through with the past, but the past ain't through with us
(C) magnolia

i'm sexed-up
"sexed-up" i mean

kas tev tā par egoistisko iedomu, ka tu esi dzīvs?

(C) someone

atgadījums Rubenē:

Tēvs un dēls reāli kož. Pamatīgi. Atpakaļ ceļā, neatceros vairs kurš pie stūres, kur gadās, kur ne, nobrauc māti

tāda patiesā es nemaz nav.
ir tikai vairākas lomas, ko tēloju

my bitch and I - never apart...

nez kāda ir sajūta, kad tevī ievada anālo zondi? gribu tikt zondēts!

mana lielākā nelaime ir, ka esmu pārāk augstās domās par cilvēkiem un pārāk zemās par sevi. bet ir taču pilnīgi otrādi... dahhh...

kill em all

with no exceptions

svarīgs ir iekšējais skaistums
bet mani interesē arī mazsvarīgas lietas

She says nobody wants to believe,
you're the same as everyone.
What makes me unique?

My Dark Life.

There was a kink in the world,
sent that statue tumbling,
an invitation east.
So we could watch it all crumbling.

She came on, like a light,
and so softly she spoke.
"You don't, you don't know about,
my dark life".

And you think, you're a guest,
you're a tourist at best.
Peering into the corners of
My dark life.

Now that you tear your dreams,
from consulted ballerinas.
She'll stand on tiptoe for you,
in her gray and tattered tutu.

She stays where she is,
'cause of voyeurs like these,
with an accusative look that says,
"My dark life".

Robber men await you there,
each beguiling alley,
To shake you and to pierce you,
and remind you of,
my dark life.

Into the pie easily,
in their preening finery,
and bang the tambourine.
They're dining on rice paper scenery.

See how the villain attracts,
envious glances from everyone.
She's waitressing by day.
It doesn't bring in much money now.

And the strong concealed arms,
set off bells and alarms,
in the strangest of locations of
my dark life.

But the fantasy slipped,
as he tipped her in cigarettes.
She tries to smile very graciously,
when she wants to kill him.

Now the victory is sweet,
you get down on your knees.
It's the perfect position for
Kissing west and other.

So they came from ugly Texas,
and from nameless Tennessee.
From peculiar Missouri,
and from places closer to me.

All the green of hauntless sinners,
chig the carnival is over.
The remnants of an army bands played
America, the beautiful.