tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56007862011-04-22T04:33:53.413+08:00The Genius - emptiness nothingness selflessnessweihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comBlogger621100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1103058849395364912004-12-15T04:59:00.000+08:002004-12-15T05:21:12.706+08:00God ain't as great as them
They never wanted a name
Over confident sords ... and all agrees
but kings are too little a word
for all greatness they bestowed to the world
Kings ... nah i dear say they are more
Surface of calmness ... only a mere skin for the depths
Dare see the depths of the enity known as them
and all murkiness would dissipate ...
6 is the number Months is the word
weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1081998200269291962004-04-15T11:03:00.000+08:002004-04-15T11:06:12.000+08:00FUCK! ... lost my pack of fags ...weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1080609086989842332004-03-30T09:11:00.000+08:002004-03-31T03:14:31.950+08:00the calling to be unveiled ever so painfully
yet ever so thoughtfully
my epiphany,
an entire new world i have decided to create
a whole new dimension to the way art was is and will be perceived
many more suffering ... many more criticism ...
since i have chosen my path ... bleeding for MY cause weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1080149775677952832004-03-25T01:36:00.000+08:002004-03-25T01:38:45.483+08:00my interpretation of words out of a great master i truly admire
if u become a devil you will be a ruler of the underworld
if u become a saint you will end up as the pope
instead i became an artist and ended up as william ...weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1079815335386959222004-03-21T04:42:00.000+08:002004-03-21T04:44:41.280+08:00sorders aint got the right to speak ...
disgusted by those words spun by the puppet master ...
a master of none living in a world without its own face ...
jugding all and non self reflecting ...
bleed bitch .... BLEED YOU MOTHER FUCKERweihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1078332601247692442004-03-04T00:50:00.000+08:002004-03-04T00:52:10.653+08:00blood plastered walls and ceilings
bleeding chandeliers and cracking vinyl
all knighted in the lunar serenity
and dissipate within the death of stars
when will this dream of leaving this haze of dread consummate
when will ... when will ... it will never be if none tried ....weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1078094480325219892004-03-01T05:58:00.000+08:002004-03-01T06:43:26.293+08:00dark ... beyond the darkness
bright ... beyond the brightness
rays of darkness bleeding through my face
pure immense feeling of true emptiness slipping into my veins
glory ... honor living in the fragile peace from eterenal chaos
is the pain we are addicted to ... or is the pain part of us weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1076520780427407592004-02-12T01:33:00.000+08:002004-02-12T01:34:48.403+08:00things fucking changed.... and yes i still like the word fuck
not many would see this ... yet many would already have judged upon it
actions limited but our visions ... words said to give reason to slaughter
everything is worth nothing till we are out ...
glasses tainted with streaks of lies ...
homo sapiens infesting the green land ...
blooming plants will never bud again ... weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1071770303495684212003-12-19T01:58:00.000+08:002003-12-19T01:59:17.250+08:00no more mother fucking carols ....
i aint need no jingle mother fucking bells ringing in my head ....weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1070991783965114322003-12-10T01:43:00.000+08:002003-12-10T01:44:58.966+08:00beliefs on limit actions ...
without beliefs we meet life anew every moment ...
all memorys ideas and beliefs only limit us ...
not u must but u can ...
only actions that are turely free is the way of love ...
since true love has no reason meaning nor way ...
isit me or is the world different ...weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1066593197625840462003-10-20T03:53:00.000+08:002003-10-20T03:53:17.776+08:00u ain't got no charcter ... u ain't got no brains ...
u ain't no shame ... and u ain't got no nothing ...
all u got is a name ... all the fucking fame ...
and the pretty face ... its all just a flame ...weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-106624398953304042003-10-16T02:53:00.000+08:002003-10-16T02:53:37.993+08:00i am the shallow ... i am the ugly ... i am the junkie ...
i find beauty in ugliness ... i find u beautiful ... i smoke weed ....
i got no guts ... no belly ... no brain ...
my hands move without a set of rules ...
and lights falls on canvas without sense or direction ...
i am the master of the light ... and yet i am in the dark ...
i am the master of my own life ... and yet i am the purest weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1066027371763888752003-10-13T14:42:00.000+08:002003-10-13T14:42:51.320+08:00head rocking ... its kicking in ...
after the eternity of hits ... i feel like a kite ...
... hey u .. looking all fine and all ... u are ugly ...
yets its okay since i am ugly too ...weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1065565976511962052003-10-08T06:32:00.000+08:002003-10-08T06:32:56.216+08:00the never ending sleepless nights ...
the never sleeping souless entities ...
splitting into a handful of me ... bound by a mind ...
divided by fate ... died by the hands ...weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1065464537085276532003-10-07T02:22:00.000+08:002003-10-07T02:22:16.980+08:00he was never afraid ... he din follow rules ...
he always ran away when things got hard ...
he knew he could be big yet he only knew the arts ...
he never had frens till he put on a mask ... he was ashamed ... his way ... his life
weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1065364921536578642003-10-05T22:42:00.000+08:002003-10-05T22:42:01.140+08:00fun is the word ... so whats the game ? ...
games of hate suicide and pure fun ... wanna join in ?
he was hateful ... now souless and swiming in a pool of blood and puke ...
he was hopeful ... now a tramp with nothing to live for
he was ... all he thought he wants ...
but all changed when he had the prefect dream of sweet hate anger and burnt skinweihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1065301557390470742003-10-05T05:05:00.000+08:002003-10-05T05:05:57.456+08:00no propaganda ... no longer religious ...
no fleshy angels ... no beautiful faces ...
i lean against the winds ... i am weightless ...
my hands are up in the air ... i wish i were dead ...
oh ... yeah ... here is my heart ... its defective ...
so i woke up with smile ... i sold my soul the 1st chance i got ...
too many people looking at my loveless self ... yet none understandsweihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-106487254180102592003-09-30T05:55:00.000+08:002003-09-30T05:56:30.686+08:00isn't life just a mix of feelings ? ....
cut away all the junk and bullshit and thats what u get ... feel
pain hunger sad fatigue love betray happy hate sick anger trust ......
yet all of them are only feelings ...
the choice of how u want to change your view to fit which feeling u want ...
be true ... how ironic ... be truthful ... how fake ...
no more lies ... i am a liar ... no more pain ..weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1063866254465389712003-09-18T14:24:00.000+08:002003-09-18T14:24:14.283+08:00Blood shot eyes staring into the fucking abyss ...
just only to find something that feels like comfortweihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1062974362226210812003-09-08T06:39:00.000+08:002003-09-08T06:39:22.276+08:00Last Words
to all those who believes in god ...
if life is a test of faith ...
is it worth believeing in a god who has doubts about you ...
to those chasing the dream of being rich
how would you look back on your life if u never did something you wanted
to those who don't have an answer
never give up in search of thruth
if you don't know the complete thruth you don't know nuts
to those who have weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1062939277078405332003-09-07T20:54:00.000+08:002003-09-07T20:55:26.696+08:00detachment from everything that makes me human in the eyes of the masses
makes me able to look at things with a whole new point of view ...
life is sad ... and worst without excitment ... byeweihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1062938827845465542003-09-07T20:47:00.000+08:002003-09-07T20:47:17.073+08:00FUCK IS WRONG WITH U .............weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1062367556508632992003-09-01T06:05:00.000+08:002003-09-01T06:13:19.736+08:00we all want to be unique ... yet we all want to be accepted ...
we are living in a life of controlled chaos ... balance within mayhem
yet out of this ... i find myself destory the scales of life ...
accept me for who i am ... isit worth it giving part yourselves up to fit in ...
do u want to be just part of a puzzle of this society ...
is this the fucking reason i am so fucked ... sorry for the weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1062282225060427542003-08-31T06:23:00.000+08:002003-08-31T06:23:45.110+08:00living life with a long term plan stinks ... u never know u may just die
yet short term thrills are never satisfying ... although not all applies to this ...
i do ... and yet i choose short term thrills ... easy escapes ...
extreme highs and lows ... sex drugs rock&roll and art ...
yet what will i see if i look back at my life ? ......weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1062176714192478952003-08-30T01:05:00.000+08:002003-08-30T01:05:14.206+08:00this is one of those u-don't-need-to-know-facts
some of u may already know but i just got more info from my granny
my mom's mom's dad is a japanese ... who happens to be a arts trader
my dad's mom's dad's dad is a portuguese trader in chinese pottery ...
my mom's dad's dad is a arab ... who i dunno does what ...
i guess thats why i am so fucked up ... all this bad blood ...
oh ya AND I AM A weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1062013233341271082003-08-28T03:40:00.000+08:002003-08-28T06:02:42.130+08:00why me ? ... i have seen being born in such a family as a blessing ...
it has made me stronger in ways ... words can't hurt me anymore ...
death no longer is a fear but a blessing slowly creeping up every moment ...
years of living with the fake has made me toleratant to all ...
although i hate u all ... i have to thank u for making me ... ME ...
sounds: groove armada-superstylin weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1061916239604386352003-08-27T00:43:00.000+08:002003-08-27T00:43:59.550+08:00i am splitting into a thousand souls ...
i will scream with my million souls ...
we will never gonna find your faults ...
we will cover our ugly faces ...
we will never gonna show ourselves ...
we will never gonna bring u in ...
its just to fucked up in our lifes .......... FUCK U ..........weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1061736557558962042003-08-24T22:49:00.000+08:002003-08-24T22:50:10.103+08:00i wanna cry but i got no tears
i wanna shout but i can't scream
i wanna fly but i got no wings
all the buts holding me back ... i just know i can ...weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1061220775860953462003-08-18T23:32:00.000+08:002003-08-18T23:38:37.640+08:00bang! ... birds soar into the sky in all directions ... the chill of the empty noise ...
thump! ... vision turning a monotony of black and white ...
... the lush green tree turned a brilliant grey ...
AHHHH! ... fingers smeared with dark red coagulated substance ...
... eyes covered with a red filter ... all is grey ...weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1061134186967649202003-08-17T23:29:00.000+08:002003-08-17T23:29:47.003+08:00master of cheap thrills ... vocals burning in a purple flame ...
hangovers stinks ...
weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1060967350109116222003-08-16T01:09:00.000+08:002003-08-16T01:09:10.133+08:00it is amazing how i can be called a drunk bastard without drinking any alcohol ...
FUCK U ... retard ... FUCK ME ... bigger retard ...
DON'T JUDGE ME ... BECAUSE I WON'T JUDGE U ...weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1060850330722209762003-08-14T16:38:00.000+08:002003-08-14T16:43:28.220+08:00dawn till dusk ... dusk till dawn
songbirds screaming ... monkeys talking ...
hate ... pain ... suicide ... escapes .......
memory restricts freedom ...weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1060787080458720982003-08-13T23:04:00.000+08:002003-08-13T23:09:27.550+08:00ATTENTION: MR.GOT-NO-GUTS-NO-BRAINS-RETARDED-SON-OF-A-BITCH has got to a all time low
Fever ... Sore throat ... and with a nose felling like 3 cars just went up ...
never felt so sick in my life ... and not just sickness but also the sick of living ...
OH AND MR.SIRINI your mother fucking paranoid work of shit ... thanks for making life in school so livable i feel like walking out of the room weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1060626912081215932003-08-12T02:35:00.000+08:002003-08-12T02:35:12.000+08:00how can anyone gain respect by stepping on the face of another ...
how can anyone gain peace by using it to prepare for war ...
how can anyone gain anything by fighting it ?? ...
hahaha ... lifes getting better ?? ... maybe its the mix of alcohol and cigs talking
sounds: me screaming FUCK U ALL and I LOVE U ALL ... hahahaweihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1060535023997747502003-08-11T01:03:00.000+08:002003-08-11T01:03:43.883+08:00... the mind so stoned ... head so fucking heavy ... i am happy ...
... the mind clear ... head filled with constant fuckng debates about ideals ...
simple enough ... so please stop FUCKING telling me to stop smoking ...
i know its out of your pure hearts to help me ... but it makes me better ...
and it helps me enough just knowing people cares ...
sounds: the hives-a.k.a. I.D.I.O.T.weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1060451880955269642003-08-10T01:58:00.000+08:002003-08-10T01:58:00.760+08:00... FUCK .........................weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1060368811291658282003-08-09T02:53:00.000+08:002003-08-09T02:53:31.153+08:00... building inside me ... an image of a beauty ...
... no matter how much hate i have its not affected ...
... no matter how muct effort i can't paint it ...
... no matter ... no matter ... matter ... an physical object ...
... no object ... no objective ... no .... no ...... no ....... no .........
sounds: I WANNA KILL U ... booming in my headweihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1060279959483583832003-08-08T02:12:00.000+08:002003-08-08T02:12:39.483+08:00Depressed ... has Eyes for the dark side ...
Rebellion ... has Hands of talent ...
Question ... has Mind that needs Truth to set Free ...
Art has no function or use ... Yet it has so much meaning to it ...
Immortality of the soul is not a Fictious idea
since every moment is eternal and u are alive ...
your soul is eternal in each moment ...
your physical self is mortal and that is why we weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1060185254871134692003-08-06T23:54:00.000+08:002003-08-07T01:04:21.186+08:00Trow the gates of prisons into the sea ...
Let the armymen back to their family ...
how can we achieve freedom by fighting freedom ...
where can there be peace when we are preparing for war ...
sounds: N.E.R.D.-providerweihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-106010173855908422003-08-06T00:42:00.000+08:002003-08-06T00:42:18.503+08:00all the nothingness in this world of absolute fake ...
i put words that have no meaning into a sentence ...
i keep what i like and remove all i hate ...
nothing more liberating then the absolute truth ...
no one likes a lie yet not all are willing to take the truth ...
sounds: the buzz of silenceweihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1060021718325201232003-08-05T02:28:00.000+08:002003-08-05T02:28:38.323+08:00everything i thought was my own turned out to be all done and failed
my future has been defined ages ago ...
but its the path i want ...
so fuck it even if i was to fail i will do it ...
but the thruth ... i don't know what the fuck isit i wantweihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1059928582118756742003-08-04T00:36:00.000+08:002003-08-04T02:36:01.850+08:00losing my rage to extreme calmness ... tabacco rocks
losing me in the process ... tabacco stinks
losing everthing i like ... ritual that lasts forever
am i in a stroke ?
a sunset ... a sunrise ... no longer a celebration
lost my want to move breathe or write ...
i love myself yet i hate me ...
sounds: debate in my headweihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1059849730672691612003-08-03T02:42:00.000+08:002003-08-03T03:25:43.313+08:00HALT ... pause ... clear your mind ... ... ... CREATE ...
sounds: screams of fear in my headweihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1059758422133718142003-08-02T01:20:00.000+08:002003-08-02T01:21:58.393+08:00we see but we dun think ... we breathe but we dun listen ...
open your minds your ears ... dare to dream and dare to live the dream ...
without dreams we never improve ...
yet with improvement we fail to keep the old ...
i hate myself yet i like it ... i hate the smoke but i inhale ...
dreams of skys with purple clouds ... yellow rain and ...
bleeding tress ... i sit there crying ... dying ..weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1059669538567975902003-08-01T00:38:00.000+08:002003-08-01T01:11:40.696+08:002 days of lock up ... an attemp to create a new painting ...
came out tired ... hardly able to breath thanks to the cigs ...
its the 1st layer ....
check out the photos of my paintings ...
sounds: the thrills-deck chairs and cigarettesweihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1059416717548954042003-07-29T02:25:00.000+08:002003-07-29T03:20:58.893+08:00breath heavy ... . . . flying throught the pink sky ...
sweat dripping ... . . . . . . . lying in the fields of poppy ...
heart drumming .... . . . . . . . . . . presence of another creeping up ...
blood flowing ... . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . cold sharp steel inside of me ...
sweet weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1059411544893878102003-07-29T00:59:00.000+08:002003-07-29T02:25:32.020+08:00to rebel for rebel sake ... to do art for arts sake ...
FUCK IT
rebelling against the society of monotony ... doing art as an expression of the rebellion ...
understanding the my art and rebellion ... the inter-relationship between them ...
embracing of the old new and unconventional ... we own nothing yet we depend on everthing
i want to be a dadaist
sounds: the libertines-vertigoweihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1059324980268205742003-07-28T00:56:00.000+08:002003-07-28T00:59:14.030+08:00
a collection of sketches of me ... the rebel ... with the hands of talent ...
is the society ready to accept me ?weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1059245937784325242003-07-27T02:58:00.000+08:002003-07-27T03:21:42.820+08:00ugly i am ... but so are u
beauty within the dread ... mystic within the solemn
held down but the chains set by society ... without pauses we do not think
pause stop trow away the chains ... try to comprehen the unknown
ressurection of philosophers ... progress within society
sounds: frank sinatra-the lady is a trampweihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1059151468103861552003-07-26T00:44:00.000+08:002003-07-26T00:47:06.496+08:00i had sort of an epiphany today ... an idea ...
Since we can't say that we are the exact same person as we are a moment ago ...
then every moment some parts of us die and a new part is born ...
like the cycle of life just that it happens every single moment of our lifes ...
everytime we learn something we bring a new being into ourselves ...
like i read about it learning and knowledge is 2 weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1059067961535766942003-07-25T01:32:00.000+08:002003-07-25T01:32:41.553+08:00to Stereotypes everywhere:
i drink that dosn't make me an alcoholic ...
i smoke that dosn't mean i will kill someone ...
i am depressed but that dosn't mean i hate everyone ...
i smoke a joint that dosn't mean i will tell others to do so ...
i listen to punk rock that dosn't mean i hate classicals ...
AND YOUR KIDS WON"T RUN AWAY AND START A ROCK & ROLL LIFE JUST BY LOOKING AT ME
although i hopeweihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1058978776493419812003-07-24T00:46:00.000+08:002003-07-24T01:12:22.086+08:00u think u know me ... but u dun ...
u think u love me ... but i dun ...
i know i hate u ... but u dun ...
i know i'll kill u ... but i dun ...
i know its okay but it can't be said ... running around in a fucking pool ...
shooting coke like i never should ... killing birds just to hear them SCREAM ...
fucking just ashed myself FUCK U ... bastard cig ... hope u die ... and u did in my fucking weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1058967189990300852003-07-23T21:33:00.000+08:002003-07-23T21:38:25.660+08:00i have always been mad ... i know i am mad ...
but how can u be mad if u can explain that ur mad ...
now can u explain that ...
sounds: iggy pop-raw powerweihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1058895864207298892003-07-23T01:44:00.000+08:002003-07-23T02:26:12.413+08:00running through fields of poppy ...
calm as the dead sea ...
winds of thoughts pass right through me ...
where am i ?
flowers bleeding ...
cold winds hitting me like a million needles ...
holding on to my heart ...
its no longer beating ...
am i dead ?
sounds: nirvana-lithium
weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1058892728959843782003-07-23T00:52:00.000+08:002003-07-23T00:52:08.826+08:00money ... isn't it just dirty fucking paper ...
yet we are judged by how much of that dirty paper we have stashed away ...
numbers and figures ...
putting a price on everything ...
humans no longer look upon people for the deeds they have done ...
what happened to us ........
sounds: the beatles-lucy in the sky with diamondsweihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1058892154939813762003-07-23T00:42:00.000+08:002003-07-23T00:42:34.846+08:00i hate u ... but i need u ...
i kill u ... but i can't ...
i can't reason ... but i feel ...
when will liberation come ...
painting is becoming boring ... smoking is killing me ...
sounds: kings of leon-molly's chambersweihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1058881947891585262003-07-22T21:52:00.000+08:002003-07-24T00:42:15.136+08:00
humans getting smarter and smarter and smarter and smarter ............weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1058875574287524952003-07-22T20:06:00.000+08:002003-07-24T00:25:38.296+08:00
the city we all live in ... dull boring ... how do we actually tolerate itweihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1058813525999990762003-07-22T02:52:00.000+08:002003-07-22T16:52:35.883+08:00many many fuck u all who are nice well and sleeping ... many many hate mail will come in soon ... none can comprehend the genius ... insomnia is a double edge sword ...weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1058812670525529052003-07-22T02:37:00.000+08:002003-07-22T02:37:50.493+08:00blessed by the faithless ... kissed by the sea ... living in a dream ... smoking in my dreamsweihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1058811519496255522003-07-22T02:18:00.000+08:002003-07-22T02:21:21.903+08:00live for the moment ... fuck the day ...
sounds: iggy pop-search and destroyweihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600786.post-1058807648809475332003-07-22T01:14:00.000+08:002003-07-22T01:14:08.846+08:00song birds in a world of noise ... animals walking in suits ... weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190704256801465902noreply@blogger.com