A brother in my arm, armbrother. My brothers arm in the way of harm. Don’t bother, its our lucky charm. I told something to VHD, that´s why Floatpooper hates me. He has to be the biggest fan since my mom gave birth to me. Daily commotion due to moving motion, abruption and abortion.
Gun in the sun, son of a gun. Is Gun dead?
Three-some flies like thighs in the sky. You and me them we like to fry, sun like armor pierced his eye. Rabbit hole! Rabbit hole! I know what you stole! Do not fear, do not fear papa is here.
It is plain insane. Some complain about the game I played to stay sane. With the mentioned lack of inspiration, word-filled constipations stopping the word-flow, expectations are low. From red straps to filled gaps I surprised my mother, the other and my lost brother.
To draw a thin line is mighty fine psychological rehab. To play it calm has its charm. Descended musical interests have emerged, finally. What will it be of me and my constipated and degenerated fingers? Just by receiving a mail from him reminded me of the.
I feel these three lines are enough. White portions everywhere and from the second level my view of lost, though small ant-looking people come to rest. 21 buttons has my phone. Hoping not to be alone, I gather them one by one.
Hastig i sitt dagliga tal, ska vi ignorera denna blåval? Steget under sången som så många gånger såg en lucka. Våra testiklar får ducka när skottlossningar susar förbi lugnet. "Greve 30 Maio" - skriker texten till oss miljoner vandrande kloner. Icke stående, illamående fränder i vertikala, lite kala ränder kommer närmare våra kalla händer.
Detta är slutet på ett kapitel och början på ett annat. Troligtvis den sista blóguelika blóguevisan från mitt dagliga skrivbord. Jag säger tack samt ber om ursäkt för de abstrakta, förvirrande och ibland, lätt mystiska visor.
Nu går vi på semester. Pinnen säger hej då.
To be uninspired and soon expired from this brown land I walk through the gate hand in hand with myself. Together I´ve stood out the strangulation of time, the pleasure was mine. One last goodbye and the future of my "ball court" or "hitting wall", call it whatever you want.
I'm highly animated even though I´m decomposing. Now while the Mc´s rhyming and DJ spinning I want y´all to just get down. I paid the silly hill-Billy a visit, he told me he felt good. He also understood that the time was running out and that the organic creature that he is cannot be anymore.
The secret lies in how you hold your beer glass. Blink slowly and give your upper body a slight twist. A new era is coming, not to train but to fulfil the so long trained calmness of the mind. Not to be easily disturbed and have a certain balance is to have grown, in this case, on my own.
My beloved degenerated character has seen its last light and as my upgraded sister comes to town , it´s my time to prove to myself that this has worked. Stereotypic people who don´t practice the peace and "well being" try to work on their appearance, but in vain.
It pisses me off how a certain type of people goes out at night, just for the sake of causing trouble. It comforts me that these people sometimes, unfortunately, mess with the wrong people, and fortunately, sometimes get their ass kicked.
The country I´m located in has gone from bad to worse. We need to have eyes in the back of our heads and be mentally stabile. I understand the roughness of the police against youngsters that instead of complying with the soft and pacific behaviour of the rest, behave as Cro-Magnon monkeys and try to show off who is the strongest, who is the biggest and who is the best. This "animal behaviour" disturbs me and according to me deserves some ol´school teaching.
This is the product of a Thursday afternoons boredom session - Spontaneous environment rap attack between me and my colleague.
Subject: Rap a crap big poppa smackattack!
Sent to me:
Lemme guess...*name*
Sent to him:
bingo
Sent to me:
It was a wild guess but that's just how good I am I guess...
Sent to him:
I guess you´re possessed! I must confess that the guess you guessed was correct, I guess. The effect of the guess led to me being caressed, though distressed N` messed up.
I turn on my embedded music player, installing my homies PS layer, this world is turning greyer. Use your sick and slick computers techniques.
He say he´d like to be a painter, him paintin´ them pictures made me a motherfucking fainter.
He walks the talks, He talks the walks. None smoking, but lights up like a flayah, he´ll play the god-damn drum beat box off your god-damn socks.
Me sittin´, doing the odawg rappin´, your shorts filled with you crap N` in the Contact house, let´s play "Cat N´ Mouse".
Sent to me:
Blogg-worthy words flowing out of his fingaz. Some people here rapping away thinking they could be freaking singers. Put out them rules one more time. I can hear some retards starting to wine.
Slap on yer fingers you get for not shouting out loud what yer opinion iz. Guess doing wrong and be proud about it seems to be to be the bizz. I listen to my Foos do the fighting on mp3.
Words feel like punches landing on my sweaty Tea. Keyboards softly ticking while loud voices keep from hearing myself. I need to get a player that can get the volume to level TWELVE!
Sent to him:
You heard my nigger pointing his opinions, he´s up in here fighting his demons and making hard decisions. Decisions as to skip `em or to clip ´em. It´s hard to imagine the sound level in the building, going to Coimbra, bartending bitches stepin´ on the tables and screamin´ "BRING `EM!"
Either you do as I say o you don't - Don´t even think about saying no cuz I know that you won't. I pass my time calculating the science of life. Should I get three kids, hand and a pleasing wife?
I might just post this on the website, paying attention to the visitors whom are reading and ignite, shining like a bright light.
*Copied from my inbox.
Love infectious worries me. Fill up the portion that was given me. She yawns because she´s bored, he yawns because he can´t sleep anymore. Slightly touched, not much. Me hating the fact the mind-poetry is a mighty fine instrument as long as you have the pen and paper. While I´m lost between the crumbled up oversized population and a railway it hits my head as that I am riding a my rich man's Segway.
This is what we need, a line in the sun.
Schnitzel in pancake, much is fake and at(e) a stake.
This is the only way I entertain myself.
No thank you, I´ll pass on this one. The moonlight licks the face of danger. The quilt of darkness called, they want their mainstreaming back. Fucking parties. Pirate parties. I´d like to take note to these lines and represent them in front of a crowded mass. Though not paying the fee, though not staying for the mass to see.
He who suffers from God complex has yet much to learn. Learn to empathize and start sympathise with your human fellows. Find a marvellous creature of the opposite sex and settle down, right?
Happily comparing inhabited brooms. My classic black wounds match the Jurassic black crusts. A symbol of ***** is carved in my chest and the painting shows that I did my very best.
Let´s not get hooked on the objective theme. New backgrounds manifest my regime. I laugh at the dolls because on the 20th I'm going up north, not to Sweden, to Conimbriga. He. Let me also remind you of the one thing: She doesn´t catch fire because she wears a string.
I heard some terrible news regarding a mythic night out in my hometown. It is sad. "Comfy" love songs surrounds us and as we imitate a stupid intimate inmate. The so much needed happiness fills our brains with sick happy-hormones and after tumbling down we get, surprisingly, disappointed.
Stop doing it. Everybody has its own way to real happiness. Come on, we all love the feeling of being carefree.
Famous one: I still love the lotto baby. Keeps me awake, but I don´t mind. It´s right there but soon it won´t be. A certain famous star and strap comes along riverside beach. David Guetta says he´s here to rock us. He sure did. Since me and my supposed other half where more or less floating, rather than dancing. The water drinking King Pins of Lisbon have the tendency to eclipse after 00 o clock. By 09 o clock their bodies enter a full scaled epileptic shock.
Leave this unpleasant and unsatisfying topic. I feel like a conservative Christian saying they have the beautiful exterior while being filthy on the inside. It sounds like death rolls, but the life is theirs - Not realistic. I think it is important to follow the Mick Jagger saying - "It's okay to let yourself go, just as long as you let yourself back".
Tight, tight as hell, It isn´t accurately named, so I´m proposing a swift partial change. Remember this bedtime, clause into the springtime, I´m so many miles ago. I´m still the suburban type. Hot black summer night and all its foul temptations, unauthorized prevalence causing its quick stop.
I don't know her name but I swear on my mother's named grave that I have it in me. Like a shredded shirt that´s really bursting at the seams, absorbing everything. If you feel discouraged that there's a lack of colour here. Please don't worry lover, the spectrum's A to Z.
