no way

there are things.
things that happened. and that didn't.
both bother me as much.

things that I understand. and you understand.
and people around it.

there are problems. yours. mine.
and no seeming way to go about them.

and then
there is a bloody mary. and my i-pod.
and no other way to deal with it.

High

Love is the most beautiful feeling that can do the ugliest things with you.

Artists

-I have learned to be an Artist, he said. I have learned to be unique.
-You've done the bigger part, now you only have to learn how to be just like everybody else, to really be one.

The conversation did not go smoothly. She was looking at him, wondering, how much will he shrink throughout the years. And he couldn't help to count those few years she will manage to maintain her youth.
They both wanted to prove something. Something that would leave one big, fat period... no exlamation sign in the life of the other.

What do you live for? - He implied that her life was empty and her lack of ambission was pityful.


He will probably not understand until the death-bed that pityful, was his pretend for greatness, and a life he deprived of meaning.
She've read somewhere that the key to a great life was simple. It was a life-long friend, love, and meaningful work.

She siped her wine and faked a defeated smile.

LOVE IS

no sleep again, but oh well - I was inspired :)

...those eyes

=]

Mr. Crowly

Mr. Crowley, what went on in your head
(Oh) Mr. Crowley, did you talk to the dead
Your lifestyle to me seemed so tragic
With the thrill of it all
You fooled all those people with magic
(Yeah)You waited on Satan's call

Mr. Charming, did you think you were pure
Mr. Alarming, in nocturnal rapport
Uncovering things that were sacred, manifest on this earth
(Oh)Conceived in the eye of a secret
Yeah, they scattered the afterbirth

Solo

Mr. Crowley, won't you ride my white horse?
Mr. Crowley, it's symbolic of course
Approaching a time that is classic
I hear that maidens call
Approaching a time that is drastic
Standing with their backs to the wall

(Solo)

Was it polemically sent?





ok, well, this picture might be a bit overdramatic :)



so here is another, refind one:

My LAST post guided by YOU

Picture it.

tell me you see the beauty in the deadly-ethereal pale skin, in the innocent-empty eyes, in the bleeding wrists.

There was life pulsing. In my brain. pump.pump.pump - it wont let me exist...you know..
..so I cut it.
My veins are bleedig . mushy squiky luiquid. disgusting, really.

I've heard the blood is the irreplacable source of life for some.

___
If you ever been here before, watch this video. Please. :-) It's my first post not for myself. at least for the sake of the fact that some photos are from mm in it =}



there is this other beauty of seeing the first breath, or the pink color coming back to the pale cheeks. It also feels beatiful.
VIVLA LA VITA!
Viva DA LOVE!
:)




















i shall live...............the God said so.

A Radio With Guts:

I think that could be my new nickname..


=)

dot dot dot

Poetry is untralatable that's why I wrote it in English.
I wrote it about me...for you.

:-)

"You're my musical soulmate"

- a line from the movie.

From NY Times

"At this point I should note that for the first time, both the United States secretary of state and secretary of defense have doctorates in Russian studies. A fat lot of good that's done us."
DEFENSE SECRETARY ROBERT M. GATES, on evaporating hopes for closer ties with Russia.

Political double standards never work.

I say: Be real.

Music

I don't believe in stereotypes. But I belive that the music defines you. Walks you through the day.
There is music that makes me depressed. There is music that makes me strong. There is music that makes me happy.

'nuff with the emo stuff.


Make love, not war. - is what I am trying to say. ...and of course, there is music for that as well.
Great album. I bet emos wouldn't "get" it.

INFLUENCES

I know I was trying to avoid those. But then there are some good ones.

but that's rare.