...is mandatory. Growing up is optional.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
The Great Day of Wrath is coming
Tainted love
Sain lapsena kuidagiviisi kudumise selgeks. Möllasin kõik vabad hetked kududa. Naabritüdrukutega uhasime võidu kindaid-sokke-kampsikuid teha. Vahest käisime laadal oma töid müümas kommiraha eest, enamasti kinkisime ilusamaid asju teistele lastele. Aga nüüd, hulga aastaid hiljem, tõid kunagised naabriplikad mulle koju kangasteljed, et "sul aega laialt käes, tee iga kuu kümmekond vaipa, nende eest saab head raha". Raisk, kuidas nad nii valesti aru said?
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Mul läks telefon v*ttu, nüüd pean asjatama mingi lollaka klapiga eitede aparaadiga. Kompuuter n*ssib iga jumala päev näkku, süda läheb pahaks!
Üritan siin enda ja teiste elusid rööbastesse sättida, investeerin tulevikku, muudan eluviise ja katsun stressi maandamiseks tegelda asjadega, mis hinge harivad ja meeli tõeliselt erutavad. Aga siis hakkab jälle see vana jaur pihta, et ma varastan teiste elusid. Kurat, elu ilma vastutuseta ja elamist teeseldes on mõnus küll, aga kusagil tuleb ikka piir ette. Mul tuli ja ongi kogu lugu. Mulle meeldib endiselt lõbusat ringmängu keerutada, aga segab, et mitte kõik ei võta seda enam mänguna. Kui minu puhkehetk on kellegi jaoks töö, siis on sitt lugu:(
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
O-tron
I am the one, Orgasmatron, the outstretched grasping hand
My image is of agony, my servants rape the land
Obsequious and arrogant, clandestine and vain
Two thousand years of misery, of torture in my name
Hypocrisy made paramount, paranoia the law
My name is called religion, sadistic, sacred whore.
I twist the truth, I rule the world, my crown is called deceit
I am the emperor of lies, you grovel at my feet
I rob you and I slaughter you, your downfall is my gain
And still you play the sycophant and revel in you pain
And all my promises are lies, all my love is hate
I am the politician, and I decide your fate
I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight
I speak of great heroic days, of victory and might
I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave
I lead you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave
Your bones will build my palaces, your eyes will stud my crown
For I am Mars, the god of war, and I will cut you down
My image is of agony, my servants rape the land
Obsequious and arrogant, clandestine and vain
Two thousand years of misery, of torture in my name
Hypocrisy made paramount, paranoia the law
My name is called religion, sadistic, sacred whore.
I twist the truth, I rule the world, my crown is called deceit
I am the emperor of lies, you grovel at my feet
I rob you and I slaughter you, your downfall is my gain
And still you play the sycophant and revel in you pain
And all my promises are lies, all my love is hate
I am the politician, and I decide your fate
I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight
I speak of great heroic days, of victory and might
I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave
I lead you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave
Your bones will build my palaces, your eyes will stud my crown
For I am Mars, the god of war, and I will cut you down
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Kuda Julius Inkasso pankrotti ajada
Meie Isa, kes sa oled taevas! Pühitsetud olgu Sinu nimi. Sinu riik tulgu. Sinu tahtmine sündigu nagu taevas, nõnda ka maa peal. Meie igapäevast leiba anna meile tänapäev. Ja anna andeks meie võlad, nagu meie andeks anname meie võlglastele. Ja ära saada meid kuisatusse, vaid päästa meid ära kurjast. Sest Sinu päralt on riik ja vägi ja au igavesti. Haamer.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
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