rows of houses all bearing down on me I can feel their blue hands touching me hold these things into position all these things will want this world and fade out again and fade out this machine will, will not communicate these thoughts and the strain I am under be a world child form a circle before we all go under and fade out again and fade out again cracked eggs, dead birds scream as they fight for life I can feel death, can see it's beady eyes all these things into position all these things we'll one day swallow whole and fade out again and fade out again immerse your soul in love immerse your soul in love
0 comments by Vaka on Dec 23rd, 2007 digg this super bookmark
hmmmmm

im storngly questioning the parental interaction here.
(ugh... stupid "300 characters)
0 comments by Vaka on Nov 29th, 2007 digg this super bookmark
"There will be no curiosity, no enjoyment of the process of life. All competing pleasures will be destroyed. But always — do not forget this, Winston — always there will be the intoxication of power, constantly increasing and constantly growing subtler. Always, at every moment, there will be the thrill of victory, the sensation of trampling on an enemy who is helpless. If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face …for ever."
Awesome quote.
period.
0 comments by Vaka on Nov 27th, 2007 digg this super bookmark
Does.
this city.
ever. make.
you.
feel as if.
you are, choking.."??!!"..
well?
0 comments by Vaka on Nov 26th, 2007 digg this super bookmark
"She Walks in Beauty"
By Lord Byron
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And all that's best of dark and bright
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Which waves in every raven tress,
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
A mind at peace with all below,
0 comments by Vaka on Nov 23rd, 2007 digg this super bookmark
just as you take my hand
just as you write my number down
just as the drinks arrive
just as they play your favourite song
as your bad mood disappears
no longer wound up like a spring
before you had too much
come back and focus again
the walls abandon shape
they got a cheshire cat grin
all blurring into one
this place is on a mission
before the night owl
before the animal noises
closed-circuit cameras
before you comatose
before you run away from me
before you're lost between the notes
the beat goes round and round
the beat goes round and round
I never really got there
I just pretended that I had
words are blunt instruments
words are a sawed-off shotgun
come on and let it out
come on and let it out
come on and let it out
come on and let it out
before you run away from me
before you're lost between the notes
just as you take the mic
just as you dance, dance, dance, dance...
jigsaw falling into place
there is nothing to explain
regard each other as you pass
she looks back, you look back
not just once
not just twice
wish away the nightmare
wish away the nightmare
you got the light you can feel it on your back
you got the light you can feel it on your back
jigsaw falling into place
0 comments by Vaka on Nov 20th, 2007 digg this super bookmark
this is just a nightmare
soon I'm gonna wake up
someone's gonna bring me 'round
running from the bombers
hiding in the forest
running through the fields
laying flat on the ground
just like everybody
stepping over hills
running from the underground
this is your warning
4 minute warning
I don't wanna hear it
I don't wanna know
I just wanna run and hide
this is just a nightmare
but soon I'm gonna wake up
someone's gonna bring me 'round
this is your warning
4 minute warning
0 comments by Vaka on Nov 20th, 2007 digg this super bookmark
please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest
from all the unborn chicken voices in my head
what's that... I may be paranoid, but not an android
what's that... I may be paranoid, but not an android
when I am king, you will be first against the wall
with your opinion which is of no consequence at all
what's that... I may be paranoid, but no android
what's that... I may be paranoid, but no android
ambition makes you look pretty ugly
kicking, squealing Gucci little piggy
you don't remember
you don't remember
why don't you remember my name
off with his head, man
off with his head, now
why don't you remember my name
I guess he does
rain down, rain down
oh come on rain down on me
from a great height
from a great height... height...
rain down, rain down
oh come on rain down on me
from a great height
from a great height... height...
that's it sir, you're leaving
the crackle of pigskin
the dust and the screaming
the yuppies networking
the panic, the vomit
the panic, the vomit
God loves his children
God loves his children, yeah!
0 comments by Vaka on Nov 19th, 2007 digg this super bookmark
Slip inside the eye of your mind
Don't you know you might find
A better place to play
You said that you'd once never been
All the things that you've seen
Will slowly fade away
So I'll start the revolution from my bed
Cos you said the brains I had went to my head
Step outside the summertime's in bloom
Stand up beside the fireplace
Take that look from off your face
You ain't ever gonna burn my heart out
So Sally can wait, she knows its too late as we're walking on by
Her soul slides away, but don't look back in anger I hear you say
Take me to the place where you go
Where nobody knows if it's night or day
Please don't put your life in the hands
Of a Rock n Roll band
Who'll throw it all away
So I'll start the revolution from my bed
Cos you said the brains I had went to my head
Step outside the summertime's in bloom
Stand up beside the fireplace
Take that look from off your face
You ain't ever gonna burn my heart out
So Sally can wait, she knows its too late as we're walking on by
Her soul slides away, but don't look back in anger I hear you say
Don't look back in anger
Don't look back in anger
Don't look back in anger
At least not today
0 comments by Vaka on Nov 17th, 2007 digg this super bookmark
today.... a day somewhat to remember.
or not, but quite enjoyably enjoyable.
IndEEd. speech rocks my world.
yes, that is all for my rackless rackle of a brain to troggle on.
i love my own enigmatic language of computless compositives and tragic selectives of blanterless words.
shyes.
tanga tanga.