#9
I just don’t want to die without a few scars…
#9
I just don’t want to die without a few scars…
in your whispers
trapped beneath my pillow
you won’t let me see
your memories
and I know you’re in this room
I’m sure I heard you sigh
frozen in between
where our worlds collide
scares the hell out of me
and the end is all I can see
and it scares the hell out of me
and the end is all I can see
and I know the moment’s near
and there’s nothing you can do
look for your faith inside
are you afraid to die?
it scares the hell out of me
and the end is all I can see
and it scares the hell out of me
and the end is all I can see
The perfekt gift for whining children!
Tag dog en kiks og tør dine øjne!
If you want to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first create the universe.
– Carl Sagan
#8
May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect. Deliver me, Tyler, from being perfect and complete.
A few hours grace before the madness begins again.
#7
You buy furniture. You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then for a couple years you’re satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you’ve got your sofa issue handled. Then the right set of dishes. Then the perfect bed. The drapes. The rug. Then you’re trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you.
I’m sick…
I look like a monster, red nose, runny eyes and nose…. Actually, I don’t look like a monster, I look like somthing possesed by a monster, or something eaten by a monster, and then spat right back out again.
I’ll spare you a picture, but trust me, its bad, I’m drinking tea, thats how bad it is.
I think this will be it for today…
Kære Brevkasse: jeg har sex med min kone om morgenen før jeg kører på job, igen når jeg kommer hjem til frokost, til fyraften, efter aftensmaden, før OG efter tv-avisen og igen til sengetid, når jeg så vågner kl 3 om natten fordi hun piller, har jeg bare ikk lyst!!! kan det skyldes at jeg onanerer i arbejdstiden??
#6
And I wasn’t the only slave to my nesting instinct. The people I know who used to sit in the bathroom with pornography, now they sit in the bathroom with their IKEA furniture catalogue.