tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191989540787864042024-03-14T01:05:01.107-07:00Teenage Wristletteenage wristlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01921795629692708636noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319198954078786404.post-13022330655836539132008-11-25T12:41:00.000-08:002008-11-25T12:42:38.174-08:00Slight DelusionsAnd another one..<div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div></div><br /><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ud3intyhnm5">http://www.mediafire.com/?ud3intyhnm5</a>teenage wristlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01921795629692708636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319198954078786404.post-82638183674117939452008-11-25T09:53:00.000-08:002008-11-25T10:05:38.710-08:00My tracks:Paramour<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre; "><div>A new one,just uploaded..</div><div>Click here:http://www.mediafire.com/?zyigf0zykzn</div></span><br /><a href='http://www.mediafire.com/?zyigf0zykzn'>http://www.mediafire.com/?zyigf0zykzn</a>teenage wristlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01921795629692708636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319198954078786404.post-21642713201309420632008-11-08T06:45:00.000-08:002008-11-25T10:06:04.372-08:00Paramour (lyrics)Undressed <br />ready,for starters <br />Stockkeeper found me standing at the door <br />Pick up the pieces of my spinal cord <br />Oh,scared the shit out of me <br />that irksome doll <br />staring with eyes<br />of a paramour<br />and i can speak with certainty <br />i had not much left <br />but to be waiting for you <br />the blaze on the razor <br />come with me <br />not come for me <br />or come cause I can <br />sink my all in your amazing bottom<br />he no more focuses <br />he,I have to grab a hand and <br />now or he won't know anything ever <br />he won't care for anything ever <br />there all along <br />and once he knows it,gone (he,not it)<br />cause then he's gonna be elsewhere <br />Spanking is the rule-haha<br />I bothered asking <br />what's the end of it<br />golden teeth pulled out <br />and washed in turpentine <br />fair enough if you ask me <br />cause I owe some good shoes to my partner<br />where are they?<br />(the teeth or the shoes?)<br />(no answer)<br />they're behind that velvet curtain<br />alright,now take it out and move around in grace<br />happy.teenage wristlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01921795629692708636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319198954078786404.post-25869403675389140112008-11-08T06:42:00.001-08:002008-11-08T06:42:51.885-08:00Slight DelusionsA room's a hug<br />A hug's a room<br />I spat you upon saying<br />close your eyes cause I'm leaving.Now.<br /><br />I am the man <br />I clapped twice when I knew it <br />and the closets turned wide open<br />cause we were one and no more <br />should we yell over some slight delusions<br /><br />Horrible detection <br />That stinky smell <br />under your bed <br />I swear I didn't pee <br />I swear I'd never spill my dirt <br />to stifle you <br /><br />And if I did you should have guessed <br />You should have known that we were done <br />and no more should we yell over some slight delusions<br /><br />Roleplay invents itself each time <br />I forge your name <br />All started when you tied my shoelace <br />right by the radiator<br /><br />Glue on the skin<br />at first thirst quenched,<br />then laundry dried <br />it's good the ashtrays keep their wounds alive<br /><br />My God,my God,my fucking hypertwo-edged plan<br />reminds me I can be both <br />Both shit and wit<br />and if I can still "come" is cause I know <br />that pain will fuck your domino construction<br /><br />So give me it <br />this wicked thing <br />I've got to whip<br />I've got to take it as a one <br />that can no more yell over some slight delusionsteenage wristlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01921795629692708636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319198954078786404.post-72554295750811086302008-11-08T06:40:00.001-08:002008-11-08T06:40:24.355-08:00Ξύλο-Κάρβουνο-ΑτσάλιΧμμ..<br />Θα σας πω..<br />Ύπηρξε μια εποχή που εκείνο το παιδί<br />στεκόταν στη μέση του κύκλου <br />βλέποντας το κάρβουνο να τραβάει το δρόμο του<br />για τις πιο μακρινές και κρύες πολιτείες.<br />Πάνω στο τελευταίο βαγόνι της αμαξοστοιχίας, το μεταφορικό.<br />Ήταν ένα ωραίο ταξίδι που κατέληγε σε ξόδεμα.<br />Εγώ το έβλεπα μόνο απ'έξω.<br />Και το θαύμαζα περισσότερο <br />απ'όσο μπορώ να ομολογήσω.<br />Μετά έμπλεξα..<br />Μυστήριο στοιχείο το ξύλο.<br />-Στοιχειό.<br />Γι αυτό προτιμώ το καμμένο ξύλο.<br />Αυτό το μυρίζεις,ξέρεις τι είναι.<br />Τα υπόλοιπα δεν μπορώ να σας τα πω,δεν τα αφουγκράστηκα καν..<br />Και αν μπορώ να υποθέσω,θα είναι μάλλον γιατί έχω ζωηρή φαντασία.<br />Δεν έκανα άλλες τέτοιες συναλλαγές στο παρελθόν.<br />Εκτός βέβαια..<br />Από μια φορά που παρακολούθησα το θαυμαστό θέαμα <br />του ατσαλιού.<br />Εκπληκτικής ποιότητας υλικό,αδύνατο η σκέψη να αρκεστεί<br />στα φτωχομπινέδικα σιδηρορινίσματα.<br />Δε βαριέσαι,έκλεψα ό,τι προεξείχε και το έδωσα.<br />Τώρα το τρένο κυλάει πάνω σε ατσάλινες τροχιές.<br />Χεχε..<br />Και μπατάρει.<br />Γιατί είναι παλιό.teenage wristlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01921795629692708636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319198954078786404.post-3300012804081286632008-07-04T08:01:00.000-07:002008-11-25T10:20:58.123-08:00My tracks: You know my nameMusic by me and lyrics kindly offered by the dear friend Daniel Moran..<div>Here is the link to listen to it:</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?jm0liwzjyny">http://www.mediafire.com/?jm0liwzjyny</a>teenage wristlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01921795629692708636noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319198954078786404.post-5198687723076923602008-06-19T16:28:00.000-07:002008-06-19T16:50:11.029-07:00My tracks: NeedlesHere is a simple,acoustic version of my song "Needles".<br />You can download it from here:<br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.mediafire.com/?dwh9e2zettg">http://www.mediafire.com/?dwh9e2zettg</a>teenage wristlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01921795629692708636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319198954078786404.post-21728213845289809092008-06-19T16:15:00.001-07:002008-06-21T04:06:53.635-07:00Needles lyrics<span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Needles are damaged fun</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">platinum hair in the sun</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What is felt scarcely shared</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">stranded words can only fail</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">If I taught me what is how</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">what is have to do</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Would I care if the baskets</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">are no longer full</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What if someday</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">my missing teeth could scare you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Would you know that</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I've been licking gracelessness</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Darkness,darkness</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">is a place that can't be walked</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Riddles,riddles</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">never were confession-solved</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Needle is hope to please</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I forgot your face already</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I was doomed not to bloom</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">so I'll live without my candy</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">If you come my way</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">just turn the lighter on</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">so I finally see</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">or somehow make me warm</span><br /></span></span>teenage wristlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01921795629692708636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319198954078786404.post-57968838359009484652008-06-15T12:47:00.000-07:002008-06-15T15:26:21.306-07:00Μy lyrics and other stuffΘα τους βρείτε στις αναρτήσεις του Μαίου.<br />You can find them on the uploaded posts of May.teenage wristlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01921795629692708636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319198954078786404.post-3050190507316505542008-06-14T15:17:00.000-07:002008-12-11T13:14:54.316-08:00Best songs inspired by a book<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nirvana:Scentless Apprentice<br /> </span><span>inspired by Patrick Suskid's <span style="font-weight: bold;">"Perfume"</span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjT48fudhtBviIwXzxpiaZqtmKEBr09buGl-NyHRvbbceZBEv51SiIkvJQkJgLaG5r_CMNi0-Z5lW1CXWG5orGpzb_7moPq_hA_S65VM45J2E1rD17uBDBkwE6GsrEitetH7h67mGp3hA/s1600-h/51l2kFk6CnL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 116px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjT48fudhtBviIwXzxpiaZqtmKEBr09buGl-NyHRvbbceZBEv51SiIkvJQkJgLaG5r_CMNi0-Z5lW1CXWG5orGpzb_7moPq_hA_S65VM45J2E1rD17uBDBkwE6GsrEitetH7h67mGp3hA/s320/51l2kFk6CnL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211866030950798386" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span><span>The song was inspired by the novel "Perfume", which talks about a man wit</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span><span>h a</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span><span> </span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span><span>k</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span><span>e</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span><span>en sense of smell but with no smell of his own.In his</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span><span> effort to create the best perf</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span><span>ume he becomes the murderer of young girls and steals their smell.The lyrics were written by Kurt Cobain,while Dave Grohl came up with the guitar riff for the song.In</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span><span> "With the lights out" combilation,there is a 9 min version of the song.<br /></span><span><br /><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Radiohead:Exit music (for a film)</span></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrqALM1YQ-MQnR-0rhvcDEErwSRRRa2B7UkjgzXsnabYtz3ZoTCAgP3Wsq9YvpIdkhYjH3pjQA4NGB_4ysJeK88lQ07CF4PbBYpU8oPmtdqnDjq-Kfby39UYOhnZPgK6AgoQkih6-dYzU/s1600-h/41HoCfmxA4L._SL500_AA240_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 115px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrqALM1YQ-MQnR-0rhvcDEErwSRRRa2B7UkjgzXsnabYtz3ZoTCAgP3Wsq9YvpIdkhYjH3pjQA4NGB_4ysJeK88lQ07CF4PbBYpU8oPmtdqnDjq-Kfby39UYOhnZPgK6AgoQkih6-dYzU/s320/41HoCfmxA4L._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212960697313662354" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span><span>inspired by William Shakespeare's <span style="font-weight: bold;">"Romeo & Juliet"<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span>The song was written after Baz</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span><span> Luhrman,the director of the 1996</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span><span> movie "Romeo & Juliet" had sent Radiohead a tape of the last part of the film and asked them to write</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span><span> some music about the closing credits (hence the name "Exit music").Radiohead also contributed to the soundtrack of the film with another song, "Talk Show Host". "Exit music..." also borrows some lines of the original play:"...now we are one,in everlasting peace...".The song is included in Radiohead's 1997 album "OK Computer", one of the most important rock albums of the</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span><span> 90's.<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWaU6b1MjVl-ZND8hbrBHlpCxda8MZK4eu5BG43CFZ6lIZj1h7plOB3icOras8xp5fDMsoDAieky5G9uRyA1m3NJlWOW0OyVF7_We6AbWebKUrH5wl4zYlmYHOXq1bj-ILp86vHlGmaDM/s1600-h/51P1TZSX6TL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 116px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWaU6b1MjVl-ZND8hbrBHlpCxda8MZK4eu5BG43CFZ6lIZj1h7plOB3icOras8xp5fDMsoDAieky5G9uRyA1m3NJlWOW0OyVF7_We6AbWebKUrH5wl4zYlmYHOXq1bj-ILp86vHlGmaDM/s320/51P1TZSX6TL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212966850150374818" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Twilight Singers:Martin Eden</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span><span>The title and the theme of the song were taken by the autobiography of</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span><span> writer Jack London. The book is about a sailor who gains fame but ends up commiting su</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span><span>icide,as Jack London did...The song can be found in the Twilight Singers 2003 album "Blackberry Belle".</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span><span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span>teenage wristlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01921795629692708636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319198954078786404.post-13437437157939052142008-06-14T09:22:00.000-07:002008-06-17T17:38:41.928-07:00Πού πάνε οι παιδικές βιβλιοθήκες όταν γεράζουν?<p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Το κείμενο που ακολουθεί δημοσιεύτηκε το Δεκέμβριο του 2006 σε τοπική εφημερίδα της Άρτας.Αφορά την παιδική βιβλιοθήκη που στεγάστηκε στο Κομπότι Άρτας, μια μικρή κωμόπολη 2000 κατοίκων από τις αρχές μέχρι και τα τέλη του '90,που κατάφερε να δώσει στα νέα παιδιά εκεί τα οποία δεν έχουν άλλες διεξόδους κίνητρα, πραγματική θαλπωρή και αγάπη όχι μόνο για το βιβλίο αλλά κυρίως για τον άνθρωπο.Όσοι έζησαν σ'αυτό το χώρο, αντιλαμβάνονται ακόμα καλύτερα τη βαρύτητα όλων των παραπάνω.Η βιβλιοθήκη λόγω σοβαρών λαθών και κατ'επέκταση αμέλειας της πολιτείας έκλεισε στις αρχές του 2000 και δεν έγινε καμιά σοβαρή προσπάθεια για την επαναφορά της,με αποτέλεσμα να υπάρχουν πια πολύ λίγες πιθανότητες να μπορέσει να επιστρέψει και να επιτελέσει το σημαντικό της έργο στον τόπο μας.Οι αναμνήσεις και τα έντονα βιώματα από τη βιβλιοθήκη όμως δε σβήνονται και είναι αυτά ακριβώς που μας ωθούν στην επιθυμία να ανακινήσουμε το ζήτημα και να κάνουμε ό,τι περνάει από το χέρι μας για να αντιστρέψουμε αυτή την κατάσταση.Τα παραπάνω μπορεί να φαίνονται αρκετά στεγνά και τυπικά, γι'αυτό το λόγο παρατίθεται το κείμενο.Γράφτηκε στην προσπάθεια να είμαι όσο το δυνατόν πιο αξιόπιστη στα συναισθήματα που συνδέονται με εκείνη την εποχή.Αν σας ενδιαφέρει το ζήτημα, αφήστε τα σχόλια και τους προβληματισμούς σας.Στόχος είναι αυτό το post να γίνει πεδίο συζήτησης και να μπορέσουμε να αναλάβουμε σοβαρή και συντονισμένη δράση.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">“I take a walk outside, I’m surrounded by some kids at play. I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Τα παιδιά παίζουν... Χωρίς να καταλαβαίνουν. Ίσως μόνο μια σκιά να περνά φευγαλέα απ’τα μάτια τους. Και μετά ξεχνούν. Συνεχίζουν να χαμογελούν, προφυλαγμένα από την υποψία, απαλλαγμένα από τη σκέψη της απώλειας, αγνοώντας τη ματαιότητα των πραγμάτων... </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Τα κοιτάζω τώρα που πλησιάζουν οι γιορτές, να στέκουν μπροστά σε πολύχρωμες βιτρίνες και λαμπερά φώτα κοιτάζοντας θαμπωμένα, σαν να βλέπουν κάτι που κανείς άλλος δεν μπορεί να δει,κάτι που χάθηκε μέσα στις τεράστιες τσάντες που κουβαλάει ο επίδοξος Άγιος Βασίλης που κρύβουμε όλοι μέσα μας. Και κάπου εκεί, στη μέση ενός κρύου χειμωνιάτικου απογεύματος, ο καθένας αφήνεται να αναπολήσει δικά του αγαπημένα πράγματα.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-size:130%;">Κι όταν μιλώ για ζωηρές παιδικές αναμνήσεις, το πρώτο μέρος όπου μεταφέρομαι νοητά είναι η <b style="">βιβλιοθήκη</b>...<br />Θυμάμαι τις χριστουγεννιάτικες γιορτές με τα θεατρικά και τα τραγούδια, τις ιστορίες</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-size:130%;">που μας διάβαζε φωναχτά η Σταθούλα, τα αφιερώματα, τις δραστηριότητες, τις κατασκευές(ακόμα έχω το σελιδοδείκτη από ανακυκλωμένο χαρτί που είχαμε φτιάξει).Την Παρασκευή που ήταν αφιερωμένη στη ζωγραφική, το Σάββατο που ήταν αφιερωμένο στα παιχνίδια,τα πάρτι μασκέ και την τυφλόμυγα αναμεμιγμένα με τη μυρωδιά των «Μυστικών Εφτά» και των «Πέντε Λαγωνικών», λιωμένα στο χωνευτήρι της μνήμης μαζί με τα γέλια, τις συζητήσεις, τις εκμυστηρεύσεις, το δέσιμο του ενός με τον άλλο...</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Για όλους αυτούς τους λόγους, η βιβλιοθήκη μας ποτέ δε χρειάστηκε ιδιαίτερες συστάσεις.Φιλοξένησε ολόκληρες γενιές παιδιών και εφήβων, γιατί εκεί έβρισκε το καταφύγιό του ο καθένας για τους δικούς του λόγους. Γιατί ποτέ δεν περιορίστηκε στο διεκπεραιωτικό ρόλο του δανεισμού βιβλίων ούτε στο αναλυτικό πρόγραμμα που προβλεπόταν για τις παιδικές βιβλιοθήκες. Γιατί είχε την πιο χαρισματική ίσως βιβλιοθηκάριο που έχω γνωρίσει</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-size:130%;">η οποία φρόντισε να βγάλει με ένα μαγικό τρόπο τα πιο ευαίσθητα και καλλιτεχνικά στοιχεία που κρύβονταν μέσα σε καθέναν από μας. Γιατί</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-size:130%;">η βιβλιοθήκη δεν ήταν τελικά τίποτα άλλο από το εκρηκτικό μίγμα,προιόν της μυστηριώδους αντίδρασης που προκαλείται όταν οι άνθρωποι έρχονται κοντά ο ένας με τον Άλλο μαθαίνοντας να επικοινωνούν</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-size:130%;">κι εξευγενίζεται η ψυχή και το μυαλό τους, όταν συναντιούνται με την τέχνη και την κάνουν κομμάτι της ζωής τους. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Χάρη στη βιβλιοθήκη, αγαπήσαμε την ομορφιά και μάθαμε να την αναζητούμε και να την εκφράζουμε μέσα από τη λογοτεχνία, τη μουσική, το θέατρο, μάθαμε να μοιραζόμαστε, να δουλεύουμε παρέα με άλλα άτομα, να ανεχόμαστε και να δεχόμαστε τον άλλο όπως πραγματικά είναι. Χάρη σ’ αυτή γίναμε ως ένα βαθμό-άλλοι μεγαλύτερο άλλοι</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-size:130%;">μικρότερο- οι άνθρωποι που είμαστε σήμερα.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Ως συνήθως όμως, οι άνθρωποι δεν εκτιμούν τα πραγματικά αξιόλογα πράγματα,και τα ακυρώνουν χωρίς να προηγηθεί ώριμη σκέψη. Κάπως έτσι και υπό το βάρος ανθρώπινων αδυναμιών και λαθών, ο κύκλος ζωής της βιβλιοθήκης έκλεισε πολύ ξαφνικά και πολύ γρήγορα, χωρίς να γίνουν αξιόλογες προσπάθειες για τη διατήρηση και λειτουργία της. Και μαζί μ’ αυτή έσβησε και το τελευταίο στέκι των νέων ανθρώπων, ο τελευταίος τόπος συνάντησης</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-size:130%;">με τους συνομήλικους</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-size:130%;">και τον πολιτισμό. Έτσι, νωθρά, αδιάφορα,πέρασαν οι χειμώνες, τα καλοκαίρια, οι έφηβοι ενηλικιώθηκαν, τα παιδιά πήγαν στο «μεγάλο σχολείο».Το κτίριο που κάποτε στέγαζε τη βιβλιοθήκη μετατράπηκε σε κάτι που μοιάζει με αποθήκη πια, οι τοίχοι ξεφλούδισαν, η εγκατάλειψη και η φθορά κατάπιανε κάθε σπιθαμή του χώρου.Κι όμως αυτή η μυρωδιά, που μοιάζει με σκονισμένο θησαυρό μέσα σε παλιό μπαούλο, ξυπνάει βιώματα καλυμμένα με στρώματα σκόνης, αλλά ανέγγιχτα απ’το χρόνο.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Ακόμα και τώρα κάνω φανταστικές περιπλανήσεις στους διαδρόμους της,κοιτώ με περιέργεια τα ράφια της, τα παιχνίδια</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-size:130%;">που βρίσκονται</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-size:130%;">στη θέση </span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-size:130%;">τους, τα τραπεζάκια που περιμένουν τα παιδιά και το γραφείο που είναι γεμάτο με στοίβες δανεισμένων βιβλίων,τα οποία λαχταρούν να γυρίσουν πίσω στα ράφια.Και στην είσοδο υπάρχει πάντα εκείνη η κόκκινη βουκαμβίλια που με το παραμικρό φύσημα του αέρα σκορπάει τα λουλούδια της στο δρόμο......</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Oh! And twisted thoughts that spin round my head, I’m spinning oh!, I’m spinning, how quick the sun can, drop away…And my bitter hands cradle broken glass... Of what was everything?</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p>teenage wristlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01921795629692708636noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319198954078786404.post-86570307088431361012008-06-14T04:14:00.000-07:002008-06-18T01:13:20.613-07:00Track of the week: Katie Cruel-Hollow<span style="font-size:130%;">Η πιο πρόσφατη ανακάλυψή μου στο θαυμαστό σύμπαν του myspace, όπου παραδόξως δεν είναι και τόσο εύκολο να βρεις καλή μουσική,παρά τα φαινόμενα.Η Katie Cruel ή κατά κόσμον Wendy Rae Fowler είναι μουσικός και ηθοποιός, παίζει μπάσο και τραγουδά με την ίδια χαρακτηριστική άνεση,έχει πρωταγωνιστήσει σε videoclip των Queens Of The Stone Age ("Burn the witch,"Sick,sick,sick"),και έχει ερμηνεύσει παρέα με τον πρώην σύζυγό της,Mark Lanegan (ναι,ναι, κι όμως...) το "Bombed" και το "Wedding dress" από το δίσκο του τελευταίου "Bubblegum" (2004).Αυτό το καλοκαίρι παίρνει τους δρόμους και περιοδεύει, ενώ παράλληλα κάνει ηχογραφήσεις για το επερχόμενο album, που θα κυκλοφορήσει μάλλον στο τέλος του 2008.Το "Hollow" είναι ένα από κείνα τα κομμάτια για τα οποία έχω πει με σιγουριά κι από την πρώτη ακρόαση ότι είναι πραγματικά σπουδαία.Και επίσης είναι από κείνα τα κομμάτια που σε κάνουν να θες να γράψεις απελπισμένα κάτι που να του μοιάζει,τόση επίδραση μπορεί να σου ασκήσει.Κλισεδιάρικο, αλλά ισχύει. Η ατμόσφαιρά του είναι υπνωτιστική και η Wendy έχει ακριβώς εκείνη την περσόνα της alternative ντίβας, χωρίς τα σνομπίστικα και καταθλιπτικά σύνδρομα όμως αυτής της κατηγορίας.Mπορείτε να την επισκεφτείτε στο myspace της, και να τα διαπιστώσετε όλα αυτά μόνοι σας.<br />http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=164232082<br /><br />My latest myspace discovery...Katie Cruel is the band of bassist-and-singer Wendy Rae Fowler.Fowler has also starred in Queens of The Stone Age videos "Burn the witch" and "Sick,sick,sick"(alternate version).She's also the voice that sings in two of Mark Lanegan's "Bubblegum" album songs,"Bombed" and "Wedding dress".This summer she'll be on tour, while she's working on her forthcoming album, which will be probably released in the end of 2008."Hollow" is one of those songs that you could undoubtedly claim to be breathtaking.It hypnotizes you exactly cause it gives you the sense of a woman that surely matches the persona of "alternative diva", without the snobbish-depressing look of the latter.Visit her my space profile and you'll figure that out for yourselves..<br />http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=164232082</span>teenage wristlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01921795629692708636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319198954078786404.post-14179293555817389772008-05-30T14:27:00.000-07:002008-06-13T17:02:55.471-07:00Won it ever_Got it ever<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Won it ever?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Got it ever?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">What fall can save us<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">If you give me<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Quirky answers<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">I’ve had a fair guess<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">And now I’m bound to skin it out</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Try to shake you<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">All the time <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Vain as it is<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Break the vase on my face <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">If it makes you feel alert<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Shut it out <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Cause I’m stout <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">For you it’s clear ,all here<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">While mere tic tac drills my down low <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Won it ever <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Got it ever?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Tired, <o:p></o:p>tired ,withered,liar<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Won it ever?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Got it ever?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">What fall did squish us?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Before you mumble <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Quirky answers<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">I’ll take my mind <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Down the peg to let you unfold <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Move damn you<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Put some oil in your engine<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">And I’ll drag you all around again<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Fuck, I’m not supposed to change a thing<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">why then do I have to keep you alive?</span></p><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Shut it out <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Cause I’m stout <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">For you it’s clear ,all here<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">While mere tic tac drills my down low <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Won it ever <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Got it ever?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Tired,tired ,withered,liar<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:9;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:9;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>teenage wristlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01921795629692708636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319198954078786404.post-70147636247219936802008-05-30T14:18:00.000-07:002008-06-14T04:42:45.520-07:00Sun down,moon up (ode to motherly love)<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span lang="EN-GB">Like a cigarette stub beneath her heels<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span lang="EN-GB">fuelled with nothing more than a minor retreat<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span lang="EN-GB">mighty allies and a nose always raised<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span lang="EN-GB">mothers act like heathers in a way<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span lang="EN-GB">Was she there when mischief stroke?<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span lang="EN-GB">Was she dying her hair?<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span lang="EN-GB">Was she strolling her false pride?<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span lang="EN-GB">Did she ever care?<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span lang="EN-GB">The sun is down, the moon is up <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span lang="EN-GB">we're the same old crap<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span lang="EN-GB">busted and lame, all is exchanged<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span lang="EN-GB">for a motherly sap<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span lang="EN-GB">Was there a time you stopped keeping score<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span lang="EN-GB">and just let me be?<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span lang="EN-GB">scorched from your heat, burned from the red of your<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style="">kinky pointing nail</b><b style=""><span lang="EN-US">s<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="EN-US"><br /></span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="EN-US">Spawning poor life just to take it away<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="EN-US">Here's the alley for repelled traumas to stay<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="EN-US">How could you ever slither in style<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="EN-US">When her laugh is the rival to fight?</span></b></span></p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="EN-GB">Was she there when mischief stroke?<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="EN-GB">Was she dying her hair?<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="EN-GB">Was she strolling her false pride?<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="EN-GB">Did she ever care?</span></b></span></p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span lang="EN-GB">The sun is down, the moon is up <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span lang="EN-GB">we're the same old crap<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span lang="EN-GB">busted and lame, all is exchanged<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span lang="EN-GB">for a motherly sap<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span lang="EN-GB">Was there a time you stopped keeping score<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span lang="EN-GB">and just let me be?<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span lang="EN-GB">scorched from your heat, burned from the red of your<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style="">kinky pointing nail</b><b style=""><span lang="EN-US">s<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="EN-US"><br /></span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>teenage wristlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01921795629692708636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319198954078786404.post-34128147955729893012008-05-30T14:14:00.000-07:002008-06-13T17:05:37.435-07:00Ice creams melt and so does all...<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b><span lang="EN-US">Ceiling help me,I am the farce<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b><span lang="EN-US">stabbed between my legs,scrumptious snack<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b><span lang="EN-US">Who's here,I'm here and I shove hard<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b><span lang="EN-US">Does he know I 'm taking a nap?<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b><span lang="EN-US">Dear you,just look me in the eyes<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b><span lang="EN-US">lust is boring when left ungummed<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b><span lang="EN-US">"You did<span style=""> </span>good job", but in the end <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b><span lang="EN-US">I blow up...<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b><span lang="EN-US">It's nice and easy,nice and what?<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b><span lang="EN-US">"Turn your back and<span style=""> </span>I'll steal your time"<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b><span lang="EN-US">Before you know<span style=""> </span>you'll be my dog<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b><span lang="EN-US">but ice creams melt and so does all..<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14;"><br /><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></span></p>teenage wristlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01921795629692708636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319198954078786404.post-38554144708117053532008-05-30T14:07:00.000-07:002008-06-13T17:03:47.196-07:00Treeshot<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">When they saw you running <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">over a bunch of people walking carefree<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">and started screaming out <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">in the middle of the street like a wounded beast.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">And later when you shot the trees <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">and left your gun upon the dinner table<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">beside the salad plate <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">where the mother's head lay still<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">They must have guessed that nothing was something to hang on<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">They must have prayed to their God to keep you away from anybody else's harm<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">cause that was all they ever cared to do<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Chased away, inside a burning circle <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Your rage would play with you <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Odd boy you are, you never grew up<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">where are your manners<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">as you wipe off the red stains<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">The bell that rang the other day<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">could not invite the kids out in the schoolyard<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">and everyone is mute <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">as for what such a quiet kid could hide<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Inside the nasty flag,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">outside the clean-cut asshole with the ironed shirt<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">who’s slipping through suspicion<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">hidden behind the veil of an invisible man<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Until when?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">And now they know that something was never ok<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">And now they know that something was in your way,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">something they wanted to avoid...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Chased away, inside a burning circle<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">your rage would play with you<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Odd boy you are,you never grew up<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">where are your manners<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">as you wipe off the red stains...</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >..</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>teenage wristlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01921795629692708636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319198954078786404.post-58913732626338158702008-05-30T14:03:00.000-07:002008-06-13T17:04:12.154-07:00Slippery roads<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:courier new;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Slippery roads swallow all modern life <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:courier new;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">just like the boredom has swallowed playing<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:courier new;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Everyone's deeper in their unknown abyss<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:courier new;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">daily drop-dead without a bloodshed.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:courier new;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:courier new;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:courier new;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Why must the days go by this way?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:courier new;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">When nothing is right and never it was.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:courier new;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">All fire is ceased now, act as if we're free now <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:courier new;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">But what are these voices behind the walls?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:courier new;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:courier new;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:courier new;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Cease fire, now...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:courier new;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Free, who's free now<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:courier new;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:courier new;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:courier new;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Walking down the streets of my life<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:courier new;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">years pass me by unkindly, carrying me slow<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:courier new;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Sketches of a flooded bed calling you to lay<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:courier new;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">under its wet covers just like before</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:courier new;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;"><o:p></o:p>Nothing is wasted and nothing is dead <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:courier new;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">I'd told you once we'll be back for our roles<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:courier new;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">Secrets want silence, dreams demand faith<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:courier new;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">When the floor is moving, just open a trapdoor.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:courier new;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:courier new;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:courier new;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">I remember, laughter and voices<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:courier new;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">I remember, free life, warm hearts,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >I remember, I can't touch...</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>teenage wristlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01921795629692708636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319198954078786404.post-26726363205141242012008-05-30T13:50:00.000-07:002008-06-13T17:05:55.446-07:00The corridor<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >Hey you mute corridor<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >lead to the room<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >they act so casually<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >concealing the gloom<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >Hey you pervert truth<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >moaning stubs walls<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >he loving, decent<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >controller of sickness<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >digs when it's dark<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >holds his baby tight <o:p></o:p><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >wears the mask<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >a predator with sheer eyes<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >will you look now <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" ><o:p></o:p>there's a thing <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >but I won't fucking give it away<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >for peace <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >this fucking peace <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >might be destroyed someday<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >Baby carries a baby<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >And isn't it fun<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >they all look alike<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >so incredibly alike<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >they'll have these strong ties<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >these strong ties<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >Half open door, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >if you dare you'll be insane<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >you're a hole for sure <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >a fucked doll<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >a fucked hole<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >it all comes from love<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >this you don't get <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:130%;"><b><span style="" lang="EN-US">and mother don't speak<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:130%;"><b><span style="" lang="EN-US">cause peace might be destroyed someday <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:130%;"><b><span style="" lang="EN-US">this fucking peace destroyed someday<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:130%;"><b><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:130%;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >This is the corridor<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >you hear the muffled voices?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >They're in there<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >she's punished he's taking what he can<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >the beauty and the beast<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >a fuck for breakfast time<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >another one<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >another one<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >kiss for goodnight<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" >the boy</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size:130%;">his toy</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>teenage wristlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01921795629692708636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319198954078786404.post-18171354612812884202008-05-29T13:22:00.000-07:002008-06-13T17:06:12.532-07:00Firework<span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">So part of the story,<br />never shared the glory<br />Keeps drowning screams<br />inside a paper bag<br /><br />It came down as a firework<br />like something that can't be bought<br />until the seizers chose<br />to put it out<br /><br />And all the fight once laid<br />turned out to be a masquerade<br />a fake reunion of some casual rebels<br /><br />So please grip tightly leaving,<br />this sack of dusty,limbing<br />amazing futures you were once<br />supposed to build<br /><br />And I can't be but grateful<br />to those who found their way home<br />and made a nice stack of debris<br />where I fit.</span><br /></span>teenage wristlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01921795629692708636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319198954078786404.post-22295691968739913852008-05-29T13:14:00.000-07:002008-06-13T17:06:38.794-07:00Needles<span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Needles are damaged fun<br />platinum hair in the sun<br />What is felt scarcely shared<br />stranded words can only fail<br /><br />If I taught me what is how<br />what is have to do<br />Would I care if the baskets<br />are no longer full<br /><br />What if someday<br />my missing teeth could scare you<br />Would you know that<br />I've been licking gracelessness<br /><br />Darkness,darkness<br />is a place that can't be walked<br />Riddles,riddles<br />never were confession-solved<br /><br />Needle is hope to please<br />I forgot your face already<br />I was doomed not to bloom<br />so I'll live without my candy<br /><br />If you come my way<br />just turn the lighter on<br />so I finally see<br />or somehow make me warm<br /></span><br /></span>teenage wristlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01921795629692708636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319198954078786404.post-48139897992102793972008-05-29T05:16:00.001-07:002008-12-11T13:14:54.551-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDxLqpowK8_OzOtbgEqN15ml58tWWv0WmEMP3xHDJwEOdE0V7ytHyp4osuhHUdZIAzRlNB0qPos2gOZQchzFysVeWnR-k9gT92kutMUZ5wOyPEGihq7OcorsbnyVw-SPzJEPQych2jJvU/s1600-h/do+you+remember.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDxLqpowK8_OzOtbgEqN15ml58tWWv0WmEMP3xHDJwEOdE0V7ytHyp4osuhHUdZIAzRlNB0qPos2gOZQchzFysVeWnR-k9gT92kutMUZ5wOyPEGihq7OcorsbnyVw-SPzJEPQych2jJvU/s320/do+you+remember.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205773691639276258" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">I found a day today, but it wasn't mine..<br />It was a stray day waiting for its owner<br />So, I felt sorry and carried it on my back<br />But it was way too heavy<br />I had to put it on the back of my truck<br />And when it started knocking on the windowpane<br />I knew it'd be long, too long before it'd go<br />So, I had to leave it there<br />It pleaded me with taking it,howling and graveling<br />But it was like a stone around my neck and I was light<br />The sun hit me on the face<br />and everything grew dim...<br /></span><br /></div>teenage wristlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01921795629692708636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319198954078786404.post-1917762576128751622008-05-29T05:08:00.000-07:002008-06-13T17:07:09.863-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;">Bullies of life!I've had to run...<br />Run away so naked and so beaten<br />I've had to twist and chime<br />when devoured by indolence..<br />I've had to spin around myself,<br />leave this place,beg and face,<br />bend and taste the sludge<br />and sip it slowly..<br /><br />And I'm ready to catch you<br />and ready to drop you<br />As if whole spring blossomed inside me<br />Sprang from my eyes, my mouth,my nostrils<br />And stuffed your brain<br />with what the others<br />thoughtlessly discard...<br /><br />So, if I have to know<br />I choose to know the wrinkled sun<br />Cause I am never<br />How could he become a friend of mine?<br /><br />And if I have to be<br />I choose to be the fall<br />Not as a drama or a fucking joke,<br />but as a simple,perpetual faint<br />on a rot terrain.</span>teenage wristlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01921795629692708636noreply@blogger.com0