acidHUMANIX

A bad joke without lines Punch the air, hands collapse in desperate coma My eyes pinpoint out the illusion, a bad dream these ties A stale and ugly kiss Handsome ridges melt away the layers of waste, think prodding savior eating away at raw nerve flesh ... Self-medicating ghost of times past forgotten There is no dark pride in loneliness Escape those thick heads, denounce those addictions and memory fade What?s your pleasure, pistol or syringe? ...Watch those memories Or drop dead

Saturday, December 20, 2008

killing joke

nu mi-l pot imagina imbracandu-se potrivindu-si cravata tragandu-si cizmele cu toc punandu-si ramele neon, calota de plastic negru ce sta in locul parului

Sunday, December 14, 2008

what
lurks
in
the
power panel?