Friday, March 23, 2012

"We question our sanity, determine we’ve gone mad, and fall into the pit of spent life. What do I want? That is the most difficult question, when really I have two very conflicting answers. One which will kill me, and at times this seems to be the most desirable." A.W.



"Rival gangsters sit down to plan an after school program. A religious fanatic posts footage of an interfaith service project. A group of teenage boys watches a video of a father playing catch with his son. An adult film star paints thumbnail portraits of elderly couples fully clothed and smiling. A record executive records a demo of his apology. A policeman makes reverse 911 calls isntructing residents to take to the streets. A patriarch reports for duty. She's wearing an orange jumpsuit and holding a picket sign. She's ashamed of her birthplace, but retreat is not an option."


Monday, March 12, 2012

HIGH SCHOOL PLAYLIST (ohgodwhy?)

Ok, I don't do these kinds of things (let me rephrase that: I HATE doing these kinds of things), BUT since this is my friend's idea... I thought: what the hell, you live only once (and revenge is best served cold, right... AMELA?). ;)          





1. Everlast - Black Jesus

2. NIN - Gave Up

3. Marilyn Manson - Coma White

4. Wolfsheim - Once in a Lifetime 

5. System Of A Down - Aerials

6. Slipknot - Wait and Bleed

7. Static X - Push It 

8. Queen - I Want To Break Free 

9. Aerosmith - Livin' On The Edge

10. Rammstein - Du Hast

11. Alice In Chains - Rooster


There's more, lot's more, but I'm too lazy to remember or to write any of them down.

TAGS (I really hope these people don't kill me):







Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Beardyman

Darren Foreman (born 14 May 1982), better known as Beardyman, is a musician from London renowned for his beatboxing skills and use of live looping technology, and according to the BBC "King of Sound and Ruler of Beats".






Saturday, March 3, 2012

Dismay takes hold of your throat until the only thing real is the lack of conscious and it's persistence in ending the vitality of what was once a spectacular presence.
Waiting for a chance that things could change or spend another night among the dead. Cause I cursed my lonely memory with picture-perfect imagery. Maybe I'm not dying, I'm just living in decaying cities, but I'm still healthy, I'm still fine. I'll be spending my time readin' the obituaries.

 

Traveling: I always stop at exits wondering if I'll stay. Young and restless, living this way I stress less. Everyone noticed, everyone has seen the signs, I've always been known to cross lines. 'Jesus' don't love me, no one ever carried my load, I'm too young to feel this old. Skies they blink at me, I see a storm bubbling up from the sea.
And it's coming closer.