babelogue
avgust 26th, 2011 § Oddaj komentar
Those who have suffered understand suffering and thereby extend their hand
The storm that brings harmalso make fertile
Blessed is the grass and herband the tree of thorn and light
white outside
julij 22nd, 2011 § Oddaj komentar
Love will save you from the black night and the lightning and the ghost
Love will save you from your misery, then tie you to the bloody post
Love will save you from the hands that pull you down beneath the sea
Love will save you from the evil and the greed of ignorant men
And love will save you from the guilt you feel when you betray your only friend
Love will save you from yourself when you lose control
Love will save you when the ocean splits itself in two
Love will save you when the cold wind blows right through you
Love will save you when the poison eats the precious air
atoms in space
junij 8th, 2011 § Oddaj komentar
“Body cells replace themselves every month.
Even at this very moment.
Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories.”
—Haruki Murakami
the consolation of philosophy
junij 5th, 2011 § Oddaj komentar
to you this tale refers
who seek to lead your mind
into the upper day
for he who overcomes should
turn back his gaze
toward the tartarean cave
whatever excellence he takes with him
he loses when he looks bellow
christianity manufactures yesterdays killers
maj 26th, 2011 § Oddaj komentar
Brave Now World. Don’t ever believe what you read, especially if you are illiterate. Art will be the burning churches, burning beds, burning witches, burning bridges, burning Cadillacs, burning forests, burning flags, and the burning human remains that are the evidence of the burned books, filled with stories of our razor and rope burns.
But we will not be the ashes. We will not be cremated, we will cauterize our wounds. We never wanted our wings anyway.
We are more than the flightless creatures, that are always expected to rise from the bonfire. These are barbecues for trembling, idiot arsons who pretend to be America’s Vatican in whatever ‘ism’ is easiest to swallow. After the horrid blowing jobs, they expect us to fight against each other to obtain the security of willing slaves.
We do not walk among them. I am among no one.
Marilyn Manson
