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Onko kirjallisuuden maistereita?
One needed. Right now.
Assignment: to read.
Must know how to: read finnish, review and point out mistakes.

I don't think they were talking about me
Because I haven't been talking to them.

Muistatko
Miltä lumi maistui lapsena
Miltä taivas tuntui
Kuinka sade oli tylsää ja harmaata

Enkelit tai keijut tai jumalat
Ne katselivat sinua tienpenkalta
Ja virnuilivat omahyväisinä

Sinunkin lapsuutesi oli pelkkää propagandaa
Paperilla peitettyjä lasinsiruja
Tähtisumua ja juoksuhiekkaa
Silmiä, suomuja ja hampaita.

While stalking, keep in mind
The moon is visible to the blind

Rest no night of dazzling suns
With purity sip the stars that run
When streaming across the crossroads
The stars are prey to anyone

When nourished, seethe your lust
It takes a fool to claim the rust
Play no fool or gouge your eyes
This face is just a mask of mine.

ernokerho sanoo:
aluksi pillua sitten saa suoli hillua

F sanoo:
...

Oh, right... I'm sorry about the amount of angst that's spreading inside this "Blog". I assure you, this is only temporary.
If you find yourself offended by this large quantity of emo-ness, please make sure to include me on your little "black list" of sorts. That way the problem should be easily solved.

This blog happens to be my only way to communicate with the source- and target of my passion and light, and since there are many ways to mistake my words for something offensive, I have to explain things in tiny details.
Do not be alarmed by the state of expression that this blog has/will been/be for some time. It is simply a type of code-language that only two people can decypher (that I know of).
When this little ruse is over, this blog will surely revert back to it's original form - although it might be pretty much similar to this one since the life of a 19-year old student is filled with angst of all sorts.

...hopefully not by then.

I think you're crazy, maybe
I think you're crazy... definitely/surely/undoubtetly

I will see you in... a little less than three weeks

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Red wine and sleeping pills
Help me get back to your arms
Cheap sex and sad films
Help me get where I belong
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Stop sending letters
Letters always get burned
It's not like the movies
They fed us on little white lies
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I think you're crazy, maybe
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I will see you in the next life

Keijukaiset, katsokaa
On kuu taas vettä puolillaan
Kohta tähtiä sataa ja ahdistaa
Kun taivas tippuu niskaan

Liikkeentunnistimet vilkkuvat
Putkenpäät kirkuvat
Maaperä muuttuu liian geometriseksi
Kohta olemme vinossa

"Sinusta on tulossa yksi heistä." -Enkeli unessa
Enkeli näytti Samara Morganilta
Hänen hervoton suunsa piiskoi ilmaa
Tahdin tihentyessä liikkeeksi,
Joka synnyttää pakokauhun
Ja pian syöt itseäsi läpi kylkiluukirkkojen
Paetessasi tuli hännän alla.

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Sparta! The Ring! Talvikuningas! Liian suuret pyramidit! Unelmat ja painajaiset ja Las Vegas.

Onko totta se, mitä sanotaan
Kun jäädyttää liikaa hiuksiaan
Ne ei jää roikkumaan

"vittuvittusaatanaperkeleoikeudenmukaisuusvittujumalautaviisaussaatana
perkelemulkkurakkausvittusaatanaperkelesaatanavittutahonvaanettäkaikkioishyvinvittu"
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