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iwasinvietnam

kuinka? kekä? kute? Käse? Käh käh?

Marry Me He SaidSunnuntai 12.04.2009 00:53

[Ei aihetta]Sunnuntai 05.04.2009 20:49

I'm not alone, I'm just on my own.

[Ei aihetta]Lauantai 04.04.2009 15:41

nothing really matters to me.

[Ei aihetta]Lauantai 04.04.2009 14:48

Sing me to sleep,
Sing me to sleep,
I'm tired and I
I want to go to bed
Sing me to sleep,
Sing me to sleep,
And then leave me alone
Don't try to wake me in the morning
'Cause I will be gone
Don't feel bad for me
I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart

I will feel so glad to go

[Ei aihetta]Lauantai 04.04.2009 01:44

miksen mä oo missään?

[Ei aihetta]Perjantai 03.04.2009 16:11

See they don't give a fuck about you,
like I do.

PentelePerjantai 03.04.2009 00:28

Mun vessanviemäri on tukossa eikä se aukea melkeinpä ollenkaan.
En pääse suihkuun perkele.

NarcissosTorstai 02.04.2009 20:41

Watch your own hand hitting you
and you can't stop it. Are you
aware of the possibility to wake?
Watch the solid object move
in the dark room. Will you
turn on the lights or are you
too afraid to move?

And you're afraid of losing
your sense in your dream.

Who is this stranger in the
mirror, moving his lips while you
speak the unknown language? And
scream of the lost love, and
the beautiful stranger in the
mirror, is found, again.
And the beautiful stranger
in the mirror, bears the
seed of your madness.

And you're afraid to loose
your sense of love, to loose
your stranger in the mirror.

Katso huomista nytTorstai 02.04.2009 14:59

Istun syvällä ihmismielessä
ja kuuntelen kuinka se huokailee.

Voi kuinka haluaisin parantaa sen haavat
ja hoitaa sairaudet.

Mutta olen kahlittu tähän tuoliin,
kahlittu tähän mentaaliseen
kylpyammeeseen.

Enkä ole Houdini.
En edes Freud.

Anna minun yrittää.

Mushroom Shaped CloudsTorstai 02.04.2009 03:03

Do you sense
The burning danger,
Spreading in the
Speed of light,
In the speed of thought?

Do you hear the thousands
Screams for help,
Screams for the loved ones,
Screams for forgiveness?

Will you pity the ones
who are too lazy
to save themselfs,
Or do you pity yourself
in the aftermath?

"Why didn't I die?
Why am I still here?"

Do you sense the the heat
melting your skin,
Melting your bones,
Melting you
To a shapeless,
meaningless,
unidentified,
Pile of flesh and bones?

And your memory
Remains as a curse
To those whom
Will never see
The dawn.