Fri Apr 19, 2013, 2:49 PM
MUSIC FOR YOU
DAFT PUNK - Solar Sailer (Pretty Lights Remix)
Witches Farting-Such Inspiration!
A young woman named Hilda loved making art, and practiced Painting all day long to become the very best in all her town. But one day, she was completely stumped. She looked around her room, full of art pieces featuring mystical Geese, sci-fi landscapes of a futuristic Montreal, and a portrait of Carrot Top that looked so real, you could start a conversation with it. But nothing inspired her. Had she really created everything there was to create? Depressed, she looked out her window, and made a wish on a nearby Cloud for inspiration to return to her. The next morning, she sprung out of bed, and used her skill in Painting to create the most beautiful deviation depicting witches farting anyone had ever seen. That night, she shouted out the window, "Thanks, Cloud!"
Broken.Ah, mum. You do choose the most lovely moments to drop whatthefuckery bombshells. Huddled in a seat at London Euston, scoffing Motilium, and feeling like death, I hear her state simply:
"I don't think I love him any more."
Sure. I knew that. Didn't I? I knew. I know a lot of things about them. Sometimes I think I must see them more clearly than either of them see each other. But saying it out loud feels wrong. To make it more than a fleeting thought dismissed in passing... it's like dropping a heavy stone into a still lake and watching all the gunk and dirt rise to the rippling surface.
There's always been an unspoken belief for me. That even if we hated each other, raged and screamed and hurt each other, there was still love there underneath all the fire. I never had a doubt that if a gun was pointed at dad my mum would step in front of him without even thinking, and vise versa. Through all the painful bullshit they've always said they still love the other. Hate and love twist
alienH R Giger sat on his verandah
drawing aliens, nasty and mean
little did he know
they dwelled in the snow
dreaming of licking his swiss bones clean
crookedmy crooked teeth send out dreams of leaving me:thumb322573078:
the fiendish little bastards long to be running free
i growl, i snort, i laugh in my sleep
i'll send you all nightmares
of being buried low, buried deep
Bez nazwyW mglistych oczach
w smolistych źrenicach
tonąca we własnych krokach
kryje się w głębinie
na klucz otwarta
bez strachu, nie zginie
Słodki smak wieczoru
śniegiem ja oplata
kryją pstrokaciznę świata
I choćby chciała
nie zobaczy słońca
Od zawsze wiedziała
ma tonąć do końca
łza-krzykiem w udręce
Jednym tylko strzałem
amor złamał serce
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