Sunday 30 January 2011
lololol
Go fuck a duck. Go fuck ten ducks. I don't give a fuck how many ducks you fuck. Go fuck a duck.
Sunday 13 December 2009
Relationships
Are a bit like sharks you know, they gotta keep moving forward or they die.
Yep thats what we got on our hands here, a dead shark.
Yep thats what we got on our hands here, a dead shark.
Thursday 26 November 2009
Thursday 15 October 2009
Halloween soon.
In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of the End". Should a look of child-like fear come over the workers face, you will then be taken to a cell in the building. It will be in a deep hidden section of the building. All you will hear is the sound of someone talking to themselves echo the halls. It is in a language that you will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear.
Should the talking stop at any time, STOP and QUICKLY say aloud "I'm just passing through, I wish to talk." If you still hear silence, flee. Leave, do not stop for anything, do not go home, don't stay at an inn, just keep moving, and sleep where your body drops. You will know in the morning if you've escaped.
If the voice in the hall comes back after you utter those words continue on. Upon reaching the cell all you will see is a windowless room with a person in the corner, speaking an unknown language, and cradling something. The person will only respond to one question. "What happens when they all come together?"
The person will then stare into your eyes and answer your question in horrifying detail. Many go mad in that very cell, some disappear soon after the meeting, and a few end their lives. But most do the worst thing, and look upon the object in the person's hands. You will want to as well. Be warned that if you do, your death will be one of cruelty and unrelenting horror.
Your death will be in that room, by that person's hands.
That object is 1 of 538. They must never come together. Never.
Should the talking stop at any time, STOP and QUICKLY say aloud "I'm just passing through, I wish to talk." If you still hear silence, flee. Leave, do not stop for anything, do not go home, don't stay at an inn, just keep moving, and sleep where your body drops. You will know in the morning if you've escaped.
If the voice in the hall comes back after you utter those words continue on. Upon reaching the cell all you will see is a windowless room with a person in the corner, speaking an unknown language, and cradling something. The person will only respond to one question. "What happens when they all come together?"
The person will then stare into your eyes and answer your question in horrifying detail. Many go mad in that very cell, some disappear soon after the meeting, and a few end their lives. But most do the worst thing, and look upon the object in the person's hands. You will want to as well. Be warned that if you do, your death will be one of cruelty and unrelenting horror.
Your death will be in that room, by that person's hands.
That object is 1 of 538. They must never come together. Never.
Thursday 8 October 2009
Only Exception
B F#m E
When i was younger i saw my daddy cry and curse at the wind.
B F#m E
He broke his own heart and I watched as he tried to re-assemble it.
B F#m E
And my mamma swore she would never let herself forget.
B F#m
And that was the day that i promised I'd never sing of love if does not
E
exist. But darling..
CHORUS
B
You are the only exception
F#m E
You are the only exception
B
You are the only exception
F#m E B
You are the only exception
F#m E
Maybe i know somewhere deep in my soul that love never lasts.
B F#m E
And we've got to find other ways to make it alone or keep a straight face.
B F#m E
And i've always lived like this keeping a comfortable, distance.
B F#m E
And up until now i swored to myself that i'm content with loneliness,
B
'cause none of it was ever worth the risk.
CHORUS
B
But you are the only exception
F#m E
You are the only exception
B
You are the only exception
F#m E
You are the only exception
BRIDGE C#m B F#
C#m
I've got a tight grip on reality,
B F#
But i can't let go of whats part of me here.
C#m
I know you're leaving tomorrow, when you wake up,
B F#
Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream.
B C#m
whoa
(CHORUS 2x)
F#m E B
And i'm on my way to believing
F#m E B
And i'm on my way to believing
When i was younger i saw my daddy cry and curse at the wind.
B F#m E
He broke his own heart and I watched as he tried to re-assemble it.
B F#m E
And my mamma swore she would never let herself forget.
B F#m
And that was the day that i promised I'd never sing of love if does not
E
exist. But darling..
CHORUS
B
You are the only exception
F#m E
You are the only exception
B
You are the only exception
F#m E B
You are the only exception
F#m E
Maybe i know somewhere deep in my soul that love never lasts.
B F#m E
And we've got to find other ways to make it alone or keep a straight face.
B F#m E
And i've always lived like this keeping a comfortable, distance.
B F#m E
And up until now i swored to myself that i'm content with loneliness,
B
'cause none of it was ever worth the risk.
CHORUS
B
But you are the only exception
F#m E
You are the only exception
B
You are the only exception
F#m E
You are the only exception
BRIDGE C#m B F#
C#m
I've got a tight grip on reality,
B F#
But i can't let go of whats part of me here.
C#m
I know you're leaving tomorrow, when you wake up,
B F#
Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream.
B C#m
whoa
(CHORUS 2x)
F#m E B
And i'm on my way to believing
F#m E B
And i'm on my way to believing
Sunday 4 October 2009
Im going for a cyber erte' look, girls with Eton crops and monocles but also nose rings and doc martens.
3AM
Theres a certain sort of person who calls up at thtree a.m., don't you think? If twelve is the witching hour, then three's the neurotic-slut-sloshed-on-malibu-playing-Alanis-Morrisette-records-calling-married-boyfriend hour, isnt it?
Why is it so hard to find someone who makes you feel good about yourself? Because there aint no one worse than you.
its where the no lifers congregate to sip dry martinis and make sophisticated smalltalk about the state of their bowels. Its really really working and Im completely caught up in it when I suddenly realise I'm not alone.
3AM
Theres a certain sort of person who calls up at thtree a.m., don't you think? If twelve is the witching hour, then three's the neurotic-slut-sloshed-on-malibu-playing-Alanis-Morrisette-records-calling-married-boyfriend hour, isnt it?
Why is it so hard to find someone who makes you feel good about yourself? Because there aint no one worse than you.
its where the no lifers congregate to sip dry martinis and make sophisticated smalltalk about the state of their bowels. Its really really working and Im completely caught up in it when I suddenly realise I'm not alone.
Thursday 1 October 2009
Ill tell you a thing about relationships, shall I? When it goes wrong, you become less than human. You become a child. A wicked fairy. A saboteur. A poltergeiust. This other thing I did was break stuff his. Stuff I knew he really liked. 'Accidentally'. Did I feel guilty? Not at the time. You sort of see a red mist and then it's 'I dont know what came over me, your honour'. Because, put yourself in my position, he'd broken stuff of mine that i really liked, accidentally or not. Yeah, it was called my life!
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