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zaterdag 30 januari 2010

Omega


What a skeletal wreck of man this is 

Translucent flesh and feeble bones 
The kind of temple where the whores and villians 
Try to tempt the holistic tomes 

Running rampant with free thought to free form 
In the free and clear 
Where the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundromat 
To sift and focus on the bigger, better, now 

We all have a little sin than needs venting 
Virtues for the rending 
And laws and systems 
And stems are ripped from the branches of office 
Do you know what your post entails? 

Do you serve a purpose? 
Or purposely serve? 

Lying down inside of your adavistic galore 
The value of a Summer spent 
And a Winter earned 

For the rest of us there is always Sunday. 
The day of the week that reeks of rest 
But all we do is catch out breaths 
So we can wade naked into the bloody pool 
And place our hand on the big black book. 

To watch the knives zig-zag between our aching fingers. 

A vacation is a count-down 
T-minus your life and counting 
Time to drag your tongue across the sugar-cube 
And hope you get a taste 

What the FUCK is all this for?! (What the hell is goin' on?!) 
SHUT UP!! 

I could go on and on, but, lets move on shall we? 

Say, you're me and I'm you 
And they all watch the things we do 
And like a smack of spite 
They threw me down the stairs 
Haven't felt like this in years 
The great magnet of malicious magnanamous refuse 
Let me go and 
Plunge me into the dead spot again. 

Thats where you go when theres' no one else around 
It's just you 
And there was never anyone to begin with now was there? 

Sanctomonious pretentious dasterdly bastards 
With their thumb on the pulse 
And a finger on the trigger 

CLASSIFIED MY ASS! that's a FUCKING secret and you know it! 

Government is another way to say 
Better 
Than 
You. 

It's like ice but no pick 
A murder charge that won't stick 
It's like a whole other world 
Where you can smell the food 
But you can't touch the silverware 

Hah, what luck 
Fascism you can vote for 
Isn't that sweet 

And we're all gonna die some day 
Because thats the American way 
And I've drunk too much 
And said too little 
When your gaffer taped in the middle 
Say a prayer, save face 
Get yourself together and (see whats happening) 
SHUT UP! (FUCK YOU!) 
FUCK YOU! 

I'm sorry, I could go on and on but 
It's time to move on, so 

Remember your a wreck, an accident 
Forget the freak, your just nature 

Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean 
Shit, snort and blaspheme 
Let the heads cool and the engine run 

Because in the end, 
Everything we do 
Is just everything we've done. 

Er was eens...

Aan elk zijnen dag.

Voilà, eindelijk de blog een beetje in orde naar mijn zin. De berichten hierop gaan hoogstwaarschijnlijk aan de uiteinden van het spectrum liggen. Er gaat grappige onzin bijzitten, en diepzinnige serieusheid. Muziek, fotografie - al is het amateurfotografie - en nu en dan eens een film(pje). Zoek geen logica in de verdeling, want die kan ik waarschijnlijk niet eens vinden. Oh, en soms kan ik ook een soort van 'uitvinder' zijn. Ga hier niet te fel op in, want ik weet dat de ideeën niet haalbaar zijn in het echt. Tijd om af te sluiten, en eens te gaan slapen.

Janne

P.S.: Mijn vingers liggen open van het bowlen.
P.P.S.: Ik heb honger.