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Goin', goin', gone.

Teoksesta on muuten relatively valmiina yhdeksän sivua. Siis A4, Times New Roman 12. Pisin tähän mennessä kirjoittamani tämänkielinen teksti. Jännittävää. Tekstihän siis on n. puolivalmis ainakin juonellisesti.
Eikä kyseessä ole minkäänlainen fantasiakertomus hammaspeikoista, keijuista, maahisista tai kääpiöistä. Siinä ei ole tippaakaan scifiä. Luulisin. Se ei ole kertomus normaalista elämästä.
Win.

15 minutes to go
And the countdown is coming down
Descending on my head like a disfigured, screaming crown
I am my own creation

<3

Still, it's hard not to think and believe
That the grief of this young woman's lust
Is just an attempt to mask the real cause and the real reason.
There is no one to lust after me
Outside the ring that involves us two.
So fear not
I never said I wouldn't.
The point was and still to date is
Just to make a point
No matter what it takes to make that point,
Since it's a point of an important cause.
To rebel against it would be to take faltering steps
Towards the anguish and gleaming misery
That involves a young heart breaking.
And no one likes that.

I wonder who this she-predator is
And why she lurks in the dark?
While I have been speaking to people of all types
I haven't yet heard a single bark.

No matter, I'm sure, this is a temporary tour.
I'm glad you've found a way to pass the time
Since it's still a two weeks' time
For me to hide.

...and although I know that while three weeks glide
You could, and maybe will/have screwed at least 21 times.
With 21 different people, in 21 different locations.
But I'm simply avoiding such complications.

Rest assured, the judgement day
Is moving fast and on it's way
If things don't work by then, oh, well,
Then damn us both to pain and Hell.

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.