I hid inside my room like a fucking coward. And the past 18 months flashed before me in the last eight long hours.. A little less than amazing: you finally got a rise out of me..
I think that, I'm of course opposed to terror or any rational person is but I think that if we're serious about the question of terror serious about the question of violence, we have to recogniz.
Self-doubt, and people saying we're not worth shit.. Talking behind our backs.. They say we're a walking contradiction of ourselves.. Our message isn't getting through..
Warum bin ich?. Du bist mein Traum. Es war mein Wunsch. . Wer bist du?. Ein Wunsch ermglicht es. Du weit es. . Ich wnschte, du wrst hier. Du fhlst die Antwort.
The night I am feeling drowsy,. purity of the thoughts,. tender skin on white pillows,. you pull me back to our dreamlands,. an island of love,. in and out..
Go away, leave me alone. I feel your presence in my mind. The time seems to stop I set you free. You calm my mind you calm my mind. . Make my dreams come true baby.
When what I came to say, is said. And the sun sets on my summer career. How September came for Sinatra. Now it's winter then it is a new year. . The big bright lights take Manhattan.
sitting in the grass. the sunlight kisses the skin. birds singing in the sky. you breathe the air. feel the love. and warm winds are. playing with your hair.
love - is what I believe in. and freedom is what I need. but why do I suffer from love. and why am I not free. the might sleeps in our hearts. we should form it with our hands.
When the motor stops, I can't sleep. There's nothing so quiet as a boat under anchor. And the black amnesias in heaven. Are lighting the Sea of Cortez.
they float through our nightsky . they are observing us. they are brothers and sisters . who are only allowed to watch. their fear of masshysteria . doesn't excuse their mocking . of humanity.
Four in the afternoon. I should be up and gone soon. This is the shirt. That I'm wearing out. . Torn at the elbow. From too much football. And one size too small.
In the deep south of heaven, on the wavering line. Where Tennessee will leave just in time. I'm writing it down, it will be different soon. You look amazing there stuck between me and the moon.
oliver had a dream . he dreamt that all made sense. everything was very logical . he dreamt of birds and butterflies. of dimensions in a stern structure . and time as the only truth.
burned villages. children cry. burned fields. mothers die. smeared faces crying. thousands fell on battlefields. standing by my horse. the battered armor burts.
Caught without people or drink. I don't know what else to think. But Im going to grow wings and sing. "Amen, I'm checking out". . So withdrawing within the drawing room.
Dreamworld. Boundless mind. Spirit is free. Spirit is free. . Now I am an eagle. Now I am an eagle. Flying high. . Now I am a stag. Now I am a stag. Graceful moves.
the sun reflects on the red salt water. squiring bodies, death screams. crunching backbones, blinking hooks. laughing people. again it's time for the slaughtering fiest.
white walls . cold light . beeping sounds. people gathering around . a beautiful tune somewhere. frantic voices becoming softer . drowned by the swirling melody . filling my head.
Steel is circulating, the air is cold. Mirrors reflecting the sky. Skyscrapers cover the sun. A huge machinery slowly rotates. . I close my eyes. My thoughts become wings.