(w graber). Such a very long time (s macdonald). It saddens me to see it go 'cus I've been waiting such a long time. And I already miss it so because it's only been a short while.
(s. macdonald). . A close encounter a combined iq of thirteen. Time spent memorizing the paint on the walls. Move it outside a hint of lemon and protein.
Here is so desolate;. Times, they are dark. Words ceas' - to end as echoes rolling afar. . Empathy arises. whilst thou drapest this world in black;. The only colour that can paint my soul.
based on the poem "Tragediens Trone" by John Henrik Svaren,. is translated by the undersigned,. and hereby dedicated to Kristoffer Garm Rygg. . Hear!.
Await the coming storm.. Behold the sign in the sun.. Chaos upon us spawn!. The arrows of time points us all.. Oh, well, the maddening laughter. growing louder with the memories..
These constellations. gleaming at us from afar. They give rise to frigid memories. in my mind. My stellar memetoes are the brightest. signs that twinkle away.
To and fro from yours to Cecil Street. You wore the same shirt that you wore last week. Should I shake your hand or kiss your cheek?. Convince you it's not lust, it's chemistry.
Tonight the neon answers flare, occasionally we stop. And stare past tiny paintings, painted where the clouds were wrong. With killer stares and sideways frowns.
Don't hide the treasures you've found. In a hole in the ground. How 'bout the tree back your house. Where the owls go. (Owls go). Or in between the attic and the basement.
Don't hide the treasures you've found. In a hole in the ground. How 'bout the tree back your house. Where the owls go. (Owls go). Or in between the attic and the basement.
You don't wanna be,. I don't wanna see,. Baby, get your feet on the floor,. Shut the door,. Count to four,. There's ice on your shoulders,. I don't wanna fall face down,.
the higher you climb. the further you fall. and the harder you try. the louder they cry. i don't know why. but it's written in my hand. and i can see what is right.
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so many days are spent. pacing away to me. oh it's an accident?. trivial honesty. . lay your pulses on the road. lay your wisdom on the road. . split the difference darling.
oh my interest. oh my loveless curiosity. . oh my toothache. oh my basement. what they mean to me. . all signs said that i'd been busted. my circle was tired and rusted.
Urn trulmlder.... . Trul af dern, myrkrets trul. Trul fran brghen ro hr. Bkerns trul, trts trul. Trul fran skogherns diupa vra. Tr-ul af skuggen, grottans trul.
utyvir vier vyer. ginom evigh horisont. ghat rii mit sa makt frana. kn ghat mit opin til lif. iak man staver taku ok stafn af trulin samkar i stfunar.
the morning was a ball of fire. extinguished by the leaking moon. the morning was beautiful. just like the bodies laying out in the yard. . i know what we put our faith into.
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This story's right, this story's true. I would not tell lies to you. Like the promises they did not keep. And how they fenced us in like sheep.. Said to us come take our hand.