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lördag 2 januari 2010
fredag 1 januari 2010
(d)erection
I intend to take it in my hands...
I intend to feel it´s shape...
I intend to take it to my mouth...
I intend to make it hard...
I intend to squeez my lips...
I intend to let it go...
I intend make it fire of...
I intend to let it come...
Make it come...
Pull the triger...
Feel the pain...
Then no more forever intending...
Thereforeneverending!
I intend to feel it´s shape...
I intend to take it to my mouth...
I intend to make it hard...
I intend to squeez my lips...
I intend to let it go...
I intend make it fire of...
I intend to let it come...
Make it come...
Pull the triger...
Feel the pain...
Then no more forever intending...
Thereforeneverending!
winter madness
Fields folding, closeing and opening row after row.
Plowed dark soil turned inside out.
Trees naked, yes you see beyond.
Branches stretching like arms into the sky, praying to the gods above.
Roots unseen reaching for the devils dwelling spots.... Where the heat is lifeless.
A cold mist shelding everything alive like a breath from morning elfs.
No human to be seen, just vast landscapes and chilling silencess.
Plowed dark soil turned inside out.
Trees naked, yes you see beyond.
Branches stretching like arms into the sky, praying to the gods above.
Roots unseen reaching for the devils dwelling spots.... Where the heat is lifeless.
A cold mist shelding everything alive like a breath from morning elfs.
No human to be seen, just vast landscapes and chilling silencess.
gladriel


![]() | Culture: elf![]() Oldest of all the Elves that remain in Middle-earth, the Lady Galadriel dwells in the forest haven of Lothlórien, surrounded by her Elven followers, and husband Celeborn. Of all the wise, Galadriel is possessed of the greatest foresight and bestowed upon Frodo several gifts to help him in his quest, including the Phial of Light. She knows that the time of Elves is coming to an end, and soon she must join her kind leaving the shores of Middle-earth for the Immortal Lands to the west. |
lördag 19 december 2009
Finding calmness within......
I stare into the wall, trying to forget it all.
Look at the floor, please no more.
A dot in the sky, oh just let me fly.
I squeeze my thumbs, nail my arms.
Jaws shut thight, yes again one more night.
Eyes all red I wish I was dead.
Look at the floor, please no more.
A dot in the sky, oh just let me fly.
I squeeze my thumbs, nail my arms.
Jaws shut thight, yes again one more night.
Eyes all red I wish I was dead.
söndag 13 december 2009
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