| Bonnie Tyler - Total Eclipse of the Heart
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| few will understand the importance of this message. 'hey, stop teasing me!'; doing this combo for real was a dream come true, though with a different, less painful attack...
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| lately i've tried to remember my dreams and have written them down. i won't torture you by making you read all of them, so i'll just paste the most funky one:
i was in a big rectangular field with a forest with very tall trees around it. 5 ants were walking around, and one of them had a blue or black (dunno anymore) tie, so i knew that was the boss-ant: bossing the other 4 around. and then came a huge ant, and he was a threat, so the boss ant cornered him, and then the 4 other ants bit its legs so it could not walk anymore. then the boss ant took one leg with him and walked to the other side of the field. 4 other ants followed. there they were gonna make a tent, they already built the bottom side of it, but they needed to make sure to attach it firmy without a group of nearby birds disturbing it. so the boss ant walked away to get a piece of glass as big as the bottom part of the tent. then came a human with a fishing rod. he fished for the bottom side of the tent and it flew away like a huge bird, flapping like wings. and the group of nearby birds got scared away. then many elderly humans came from the forest and ran to the field, and we (younger) humans had to give gifts to them so they wouldnt get us. many of them gave them big teddybears. and some gave them invisible gifts (why i dont know). i gave them a gift so that they would fall on their face, and a woman accepted it, and she fell on her face. the end :O | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| Amidst my brother's rants about organized religion, I'd like to do one too.
Who is God ?
God is not a person, God is not abstract. He is the alpha and the omega, the beginning and the end. God is a combination of souls within time. God is you, God is me, but you are not God and neither am I. He controls and creates the world we live in. His peace angels are put into souls of strong human beings like Nelson Mandela, to be able to control world peace. Likewise to his war angels, to be able to get rid of evil; the fallen angels. Fallen angels control souls of people like Adolf Hitler and Saddam Hussein.
We live on earth, a combination of Hell and Heaven. If we are kind to our co-humans, we will be sent to Heaven. Heaven is not a new dimension of happiness. It's assurance that your children and your children's children will continue to live in happiness. Hell is the opposite, a depressed life for your children, and your children's children. Unless of course they turn around their mindsets, as every soul is allowed to have mercy from God.
The ever going continuance of God is the meaning of our lives. We as humans in time form Him. A great war following to the apocalypse would allow God to create a new Heaven and a new Hell, formed by the few people who have survived.
This is my interpretation. I'm sure there are plenty of gaps and lies but it's more graspable than the God, the Heaven and Hell that people of organized religions talk about. I will not be told on how to interpret the Bible. I can do it myself, and everyone with their own brains should be allowed to do so. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| i've been busy working on this song the last few days, but i don't feel like finishing it as its purpose is gone. i might finish it when i'm in the mood, maybe sometime next year. supposedly it was called 'fire hazard'.
- click to download -
title explanation:
during the cold winter days
families happily rejoice
empowering the loneliness
of those less lucky
sparks of hope however
might find their tears
tears fueled by sadness
transform into smoke
away from blue flames
finding another victim
they don't want the same
that people look for
a fire hazard | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Afgelopen nacht werd ik wakker gehouden door een mug. Geil voor bloed heeft ze me in de late uurtjes misbruikt. Vanmorgen kwam ze me nog even een bezoekje brengen voor een vluggertje. Helaas moest ze dit met de dood bekopen. | | comments: 10 comments or Leave a comment |
| - Nicky -
I remember myself calling out for mother when I woke up this morning. I had a dream about her. She was sitting at a fountain and combing her hair. But, even though I tried my hardest, she refused to look at me. I've been thinking about her a lot lately.
I'm home from school, I'm trembling. I look inside the mirror, but it only shows half of who I really am. Dark blue bags under my eyes and a cut near my left eyebrow. What I see is a 9 year old boy, a failure who doesn't belong in this world.
Today was a day like any other. I was bullied constantly during classes. Someone threw their metal pencil-sharpener at me after I asked the teacher for a cushion to sit on. While I put my hand over my left eye to cover the fresh cut, they started singing again: "nigger Nicky, nigger Nicky, nigger Nicky ugly eyes!"
The cut looks alright now. Blood isn't flowing from it anymore. I hear father walking towards me. "Nicky, go get yourself ready." I hear him say. He's not really my father, but prefers it if I call him that. Now that mother isn't here anymore, he pours his love on me instead.
That's right, mother is gone. It happened a few years ago, while we were eating. Mother picked up a knife, closed her eyes, and cut open her jugulars. She bled to death in front of me, on the dinner table. I miss her so much, the only person in my life whom I've meant something for.
I've lowered my pants and lay down on my bed. Father looks at me and shouts: "face down!" He turns my head around with his cold sweaty hands and starts to show his painful love.
I awaken. The terrible pain must have made me pass out. I put on my pants and look at my sheets. A dark stain is the result of his loving. It smells horrible. I try to stand but fail to do so and fall face down on the floor. The cut near my eyebrow starts to bleed again. It feels like warm tears running down my face. Crying, something I've not felt for years.
I crawl to the dining room, pick up a knife, and close my eyes. I can't withhold myself any longer from wanting to be with her again.
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yes, i wrote this. and i won't explain the story like i did earlier.
i'll try to create a less-depressing story next time i'll write. | | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment |
| yes! the smileyband finally visited my hometown on their world tour
they sold their first single over there, it's the collector's edition and very cheap, only $200! and of course i ripped it to mp3 for you lot, have a listen here
(ps, yeah, i made it, i was bored (aren't i always?) ... my webspace is getting kinda crowded < 226 Quotas on: using 10428452.00 of 10485760.00 bytes) | | comments: 5 comments or Leave a comment |
| | My room smells like rotten flesh, I searched everywhere, but I can't find any creature that decided to decompose near my nose. I guess I'll have to endure this horrible stench. | | comments: 15 comments or Leave a comment |
| noitanracnier
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My eyes are wet from tears
I gasp for air
I close my eyes and
My life is before me
The light
I take a dive into
My tunnel
I am comfortable here
Ripe seeds around me
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if you can understand this story, you're smart. see for the explanation at my 1st comment | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| The Ultimate Countdown
August 19th, 2003.
I'm sitting in a bus, soon to arrive at the terminal. My back is drenched with sweat and I have cramps in my abdomen. I lick my dry lips and stare in front of me. An old bearded man looks at me without emotion. His eyes are innocent and empty of sin like those of a newborn. I smile at him, but his expression remains neutral.
I look at my watch, 09:08:04.
Having to leave my comrades was a depressing experience, but the vow of my superior soothed the sadness.
"Young warrior,
don't ponder.
We'll be reunited,
as the Victorious."
I've made my decision now and ponder no more. As I look out my window to enjoy the scenery, I'm alarmed by a deep voice. Its dialect is beyond my comprehension. I turn my head and look at the bearded man, but, although he's still looking at me emotionlessly, his mouth is shut. I could swear it was his voice. My eyes wander to his left, to a beautiful lady in the prime of her life. Her lustrous black hair curls down to a young child sitting on her lap. Her hazel brown eyes, looking down at the floor, are in harmony with her face.
I look at my watch, 08:35:32.
Life can be very beautiful, but all things must come to an end. The time is ripe for my final departure. All eyes fearfully direct towards me while I stand up and cry out my last prayer. A violent explosion takes me to the flip side of existence. Once again, clouds of death and destruction roam the streets of the Holy City. Motionless bodies, mutilated by shrapnel, are scattered throughout the neighbourhood. Yet, I feel no remorse. I have become the saviour of my kindred trapped inside the jaws of this silent war. My salvation is near.
I look at my watch, 07:51:46.
My surroundings have become void. Millennia pass by quickly, until the Day of Judgment. I will arise to the Gardens of Eden to meet my comrades, as predicted in the vow. The beautiful lady is nearby, hand in hand with the child that once sat on her lap. She's being driven the opposite way. I try to warn her not to take the path to eternal torture, but suddenly my view gets blocked by a divine light. Everywhere I look, I feel eyes of innocence glare at me, penetrating my soul. A deep voice is heard between my ears. Now that I'm beyond mortality, I can comprehend.
"One second,
eternal suffer.
One person,
eternal wicked.
Suffered minds,
redeemed.
Wicked mind,
condemned."
The light diminishes and I sense before me the old bearded man. His emotionless expression is no more. I beg for redemption, but He takes no notice and disappears into the lightless void.
I look at my watch, 07:00:00.
As my path changes into a sinister shadow, I start to doubt the successfulness of my mission. Yonder is the beautiful lady growing sublime as the distance between us enlarges. The sinless gaze in her angelic eyes makes me shiver. She covers the eyes of the child holding her hand while a blanket of pain brings me to the Hounds of Hell. Boiling tears from Heaven cry upon me, rotting me away into Satan's Hollow. We have lost the war.
I look at my watch, 06:06:06. | | comments: 6 comments or Leave a comment |
| Mindrape
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The noise
I can't take it anymore
It's ear deafening
I must get rid of it
My mind tells me
I must get rid of it NOW
My hand won't work
It doesn't get rid of the noise
My heart tells me not to
But my mind tells me
That I must use this other instrument
The noise fades away
Warm hands
My child
It's not crying anymore
My hands are red
My child lays face down on the floor
In a pool of blood
What have I done !?
I fucked up
My messed up mind told me
I fucked up big time with this
I must end it
God damn me to hell
For I will use the instrument a second time
I'm shaking
It's getting so cold
Darkness covers my eyes
I feel myself fading away
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hehe, the husband will be up for a surprise when he gets home | | comments: Leave a comment |
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| I was born in a quiet comfortable dark place. As I opened my eyes and sensed the first moments of life, I saw my newborn brothers and sisters frolicking. I joined them and had an enjoyable time. After a few days, as the sun was about to set, we decided to go out and take a look at the outside world. It was still light and I saw my older siblings flying around very elegantly. I wished to be like them some day.
It was great to finally really use my wings. I flew around for a long time. One of my older sisters was impressed and told me I would be a skilful flyer one day. As darkness fell, I was tired, so I flew to the nearest resting-place and sat down. Then I was startled by a loud bang. I tried to fly back to the dark place but my wings refused to work. I fell down. I wanted to walk to a safe place but my legs didn't work either. I didn't understand it.
I opened my eyes, and I was shocked to see that a giant being was slaughtering my family members. It was horrible to see these elegant flyers dying. Some were screaming in pain with their bowels stuck to the wall. Others died instantly and fell down. I looked down and I cried. The floor was infested with corpses and limbs. I will never forget the strong smell of blood and rotting bodies. I closed my eyes for good. Was I born in hell ?
I was a moth. The dark place where I was born is a vacuum cleaner. My egg and those of my siblings must have been sucked up by it. As a part of my instinct, I must destroy the clothes of the giant beings and therefore I was sentenced to death by enen. | | comments: 7 comments or Leave a comment |
| i finally got an internship job. i'll be reasearching and designing an application to control cars.. like Kitt in knight rider ;p . a car-technic masters student from Prague will be joining me in this project. sounds interesting,
in other news, oki (my bro, for ones who don't know), left to australia today, i won't be seeing him for a few yrs :/. he left some stuff behind, including his dvd player, brought the dvds with him tho. so i went to the shop to buy some dvds, finding out they are very expensive; $30 for a fricken movie. i bought nothing | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
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