02.07.2012.

“In the beginning there was nothing, which exploded.” T.P.

“Now it is such a bizarrely improbable coincidence that anything so mind-bogglingly useful could have evolved purely by chance that some thinkers have chosen to see it as the final and clinching proof of the non-existence of God.
The argument goes something like this: "I refuse to prove that I exist,'" says God, "for proof denies faith, and without faith I am nothing."
"But," says Man, "The Babel fish is a dead giveaway, isn't it? It could not have evolved by chance. It proves you exist, and so therefore, by your own arguments, you don't. QED."
"Oh dear," says God, "I hadn't thought of that," and promptly vanishes in a puff of logic.
"Oh, that was easy," says Man, and for an encore goes on to prove that black is white and gets himself killed on the next zebra crossing.” D.A.

Till Lindemann (Rammstein)

Till Lindemann (born 4 January 1963) is a German musician, actor and poet who is the frontman for the German Neue Deutsche Harte band Rammstein. 

MUTTER:  

The song was confirmed by Till Lindemann and Richard Kruspe to be a reference to their unhappy childhood relationships with their own mothers. The lyrics tell the story of a child not born from a womb but in an experiment, thus having no true father or mother. The lyrics describe his plan to kill both the mother "who never gave birth to him" and himself, a plan which he proceeds to carry out. However, he still fails to kill himself, instead ending up mutilated and no better off than before. The child begs, possibly prays, for strength, but his dead mother does not answer. The narrative of the song is similar to Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, in that the character takes revenge for his misfortunes on his 'parent', and then ends up no different than he was before the 'parent' died.

14.06.2012.

'Udisao sam svjezu majsku noc, mladu i iskricavu, volim proljece, mislio sam, volim proljece, neumoreno i neotezalo, budi nas vedrim lakomislenim zovom da pocnemo iznova, varka i nada svake godine, novi pupovi nicu iz starih stabala, volim proljece, vicem u sebi uporno, prisiljavam se da povjerujem, krio sam ga od sebe ranijih godina, a sad ga zovem, nudim mu se da me obume, dodirnem cvijet jabuke kraj puta, i glatku novu grancicu, sokovi zubore njenim bezbrojnim zilicama, tok im osjecam, neka mi kroz jagodice predju u tijelo, jabukov cvat da nikne na mojim prstima, i prozirno zeleno lisce na mojim dlanovima, da budem blagi miris vockin, i njena tiha nebriga, nosicu ocvjetale ruke pred zadivljenim ocima, pruzacu ih kisi hraniteljki, u zemlju ukopan, nebom hranjen, proljecima obnavljan, jesenima smirivan, dobro bi bilo poceti sve iz pocetka.' M.S.

27.05.2012.

-Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.-

W.B.Y.

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04.04.2012.

Too bright to even see the sun, more and more sand in my eyes.

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I'll chase you like a moon...

"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.

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"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."

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

12. Tool - Stinkfist

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):

- Morbid Anatomy 

- Tales From the Old Country

-Ines Dedovic

-Chad Syphrett: Living Meme

-Mmm...

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".

http://www.beardyman.co.uk/

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.

"I'm trying to get my brain right, trying to correct my brain chemistry with more chemistry," he says. Shocking but we're nothing. We're just moments, we're clever but we're clueless. I've been looking for a way out, something that isn't so cruel. Well I'm a little tired, you see, complacent and miserable. I think you're missing out, I think you're dumbing it down. You're past the point of holding up to your words, there's no getting it by us now. We're just human, amusing and confusing. Talking to myself all the way to the station, pictures in my head of the final destination, all lined up are the ones that aren't allowed to stay. Try to save myself but myself keeps slipping away.

Burning bridges doesn't mean that you can't return where you came from. Perserve and rear your head, just to let someone know you're here.You've got the answer to the question you've been wondering for years. But you just don't want to hear it. That type of news could set you back for years. I'm interested in what people do with the chaos in their lives and how they respond to it, and simultaneously what they do with what they feel like are limitations. If they push against these limitations, will they wind up in the realm of chaos, or will they push against limitations and wind up in the world of freedom? 

Father abuses son, son abuses his son and it is passed on and on. I hate what it is in me, that is in you, and a child is cut. Year after year it continues to consume all it touches, bitterness and denial consuming and causing hate that gets passed on like a sickness until it is disarmed with a smile by someone who understands it. I see the rage and know what it is and I smile and it cannot touch me because I choose to make it so. I pass the smile over to my son, my love, and the killer in me kills no more. I choose t o live my own life and teach my son to fear no more. I keep feeling that people are becoming less human and more animalistic. They seem to think less and feel less so that everyone is operating on a very primitive level. I wonder what you and I will see in our lifetimes. It seems so hopeless yet we must keep on trying ... I guess we can't escape being a product of times, can we?

To be clear headed rather than confused; lucid rather than obscure; rational rather than otherwise; and to be neither more, nor less, sure of things than is justifiable by argument or evidence. That is worth trying for. Don't we remember all the moments we remember the best, framed in poems and in pictures, sang aloud in refrains? Does this cycle of pain and disdain for the past not work exactly the same? Maybe it's just as much about what comes our way as it is how we react. Just as much about the things that we've still got as it is about the things we lack. I know we won't always keep around those we feel we need. Some will fade in the frames, some were born to leave. But if we're still here and we still breathe, at least we've still got time. Stay with me, lets just breathe.

Contrast and compare between the busy ones and the ones that don't care, until there is no one that you really know. So I drift through these days of appointments and promises made, they will all end up broken and quickly replaced. Weeks are slow, days drag on, even practice and parties seem long. When the routine bites hard and ambitions are low and the resentment rides high but emotions won't grow, and we're changing our ways, taking different roads. Then love, love will tears us apart again.

Mark Sandman (Morphine)

"The word 'Morphine' comes from the word 'Morpheus,' who is the god of dreams, and that kind appealed to us as a concept...I've heard there's a drug called 'morphine' but that's not where we're coming from...we were dreaming, Morpheus comes into our dreams...and we woke up and started this band...we're all wrapped up in these dream messages, and we were compelled to start this band."

''Someday there'll be a cure for pain and that's the day I throw my drugs away...''

So what if you did something wrong? Find someone who hasn't. I've got so many places that I wanna see. And I've got so many faces that I wanna be. I believe I can see the future cause I repeat the same routine. I think I used to have a purpose but then again that might have been a dream. I think I used to have a voice, now I never make a sound. I just do what I've been told, I really don't want them to come around.

 All the money in the fucking world couldn't buy me one second of trust or one ounce of faith in anything you're about. Fuck you all, nothing is worth the sleep that I've lost. Apologies unacceptable now. I guess the only thing cheap is your friends. You can always make new friends. But it's not always worth as much. I've got a big fat fuckin' bone to pick with you, my darling. In case you haven't heard, I'm sick and tired of trying. I wish you would take my radio to bathe with you, plugged in and ready to fall.