Sunday, February 27, 2011

cause we all get tired, I mean eventually
there is nothing left to do but sleep

Thursday, February 24, 2011

let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now
but the airwaves are clean and there’s nobody singing to me now

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

même si mes yeux me piquent, je vois
je vais faire mes prières
et demande si ils lui piquent des fois
même si les dieux n’existent pas
j’les ai confondus avec leurs semblables au costard cravate,
ces marchands de sable
darkness is a harsh term, don’t you think
and yet it dominates the things i seek

Saturday, February 19, 2011

I need to hear some sounds that recognise the pain in me

Thursday, February 17, 2011

the despairing refusal to be oneself

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Wednesday, February 09, 2011

“Un soir, j’ai assis la Beauté sur mes genoux. Et je l’ai trouvée amère. Et je l’ai injuriée.”

Wednesday, February 02, 2011

I went to the worst of bars
hoping to get killed but all I could do was to get drunk again.
- suicide kid (Charles Bukowski)
You were born inside of a raindrop
I watched you falling to your death
And the sun, well she could not save you
She'd fallen down too, now the streets are wet