I wish I could see the world as a playground instead of a prison.
tisdag, november 16
onsdag, november 10
sick sick sick.
onsdag, oktober 20
Gu va jåbit alt er när mann intä kann stava!!?!
söndag, oktober 3
har jag väntat länge nog.
måndag, juli 12
ripe
lördag, juni 12
en millimeter.
fredag, maj 28
this approach.
torsdag, maj 20
man vänjer sig inte.
onsdag, maj 12
biktologi.
måndag, april 19
Akta väggen.
fredag, april 9
torsdag, april 1
schedule.
lördag, mars 27
kvalitativ analys av id och efterföljande nedmontering av överjaget.
tisdag, mars 23
recursivity.
torsdag, mars 18
tvålkontexten.
måndag, mars 1
de två första.
tisdag, februari 23
autopsykoanalys.
onsdag, februari 17
kings and queens
torsdag, februari 4
the end part I
onsdag, januari 27
ditt kött.
tisdag, januari 26
min vän Väntan.
oh dear lord
keep me ignored
until i get bored
oh bright sun
you know you've won
let me be done
oh my dear
please hold me near
until i disappear
oh sweet nurse
it will get worse
by the end of this verse
oh my oh my
i cannot deny
this my final good bye
oh joy oh joy
at last this boy
will the end enjoy
i hope i get
the peace in death
that life hasn't provided yet
min vän Ilskan.
to this empty cabin i retire
the center of this land
wishing for my hearts desire
one i cannot understand
storm and hail and a forecast so dire
bad things are at hand
still i wait inside this spire
nothing goes as planned
this castle reaches higher and higher
soon it'll crumble like sand
i sit and i wait until i tire
and i can't , no i wont understand
until one day a view from a far
brings with it a bright shooting star
that will crash and burn all that we are
who would've known, it was the real czar
söndag, januari 24
ett två tre.
en liten ram av plastglas
en skärva av en slashas
ett enda sätt att va i fas
en liten ram av plastglas
två bitar text i ugnsform
två små jag och en enorm
två stycken kött med smak av storm
två bitar text i ugnsform
tre är lagom många år
tre sekunder läker sår
tre blir fyra, var två igår
tre är lagom många år
tisdag, januari 12
löjlig dikt nummer hundratolv.
fredag, januari 8
min vän Ondskan.
everyday is exactly the same
bored at class with noone to blame
kyle comes by
gives a witty reply
still everyday is exactly the same
i hate this place, i really do
lunch lady doris gave me the flu
and that english teacher
worse than a preacher
i hate them all, old and new
monday morning and i'm in hell
the fat kids cat at show and tell
ignore it all
and leave for the hall
but oh my god, what is that smell?!
tuesday morning and i'm nearly done
goddamn jocks killing all the fun
and that really hot chick
that's really really thick
fuck it all, i'm getting a gun
last day of school is a day in july
smile at me and i answer "bye bye"
i shoot and i shoot
and begin the pursuit
and smile to myself, saying "please die"
principal rooney puts up a fight
i shoot and kill everyone in sight
a girl so cute
and even a mute
i'm really gonna sleep well tonight
they hide in rooms and wait for a while
lunch lady doris, the jocks and kyle
the cops arrive
i'll never survive
so i finally go out with a bang, with style
well here we are, trying to reminisce
me, cho, klebold and harris
from the throne in hell
i bid thee farewell
cherish my memory and blow me a kiss
torsdag, januari 7
rise of the goblin king
once upon a midnight bedroom
a girl with eyes so black and bright
a boy asleep in her bed, his tomb
that her bed becomes at night
she speaks words of death and gloom
to make the boy fright
one two three
i wish the goblins free
three four five
none will survive
but words they mean more than their sound
the girl and the boy so very young
not knowing of this the gate that they've found
they quickly scurry along
but from the dark and dirty ground
come monsters with hungry tongue
one two three
i wish the goblins free
three four five
none will survive
the girl and the boy escape thru the dark
and slowly come king and queen
but soon they hear the monsters bark
they die at age thirteen
"yum yum" says the goblins and remark
"tis mighty tasty spleen"
one two three
i wish the goblins free
three four five
none will survive
monet rhymes with prey and gay.
a single leaf from trees above
soaring free like a bird
target practice a man in love
a shepherd without a herd
the leaf goes on and on and on
first second and third
the fourth and fifth and until dawn
a theater of the absurd
the man in love, in bed he lies
with flowers that are dead
given to him by many goodbyes
black blue and red
first he wakes and then he sighs
why wont he die instead?
if he could embrace demise
he wouldn't be in bed
the leaf goes on from house to house
hoping it will find
the man in love one more allows
before he change his mind
the leaf flies quick and finally bows
before the man so kind
leaf and man both give their vows
forever and always intertwined
now all of this and more may come
tell me you comprehend?
this story told is close to done
if you'll your ear me lend
leaf and man and the bigger sum
all of it will bend
to the shepherds will, cause he's got a gun
and this my dear is the end