"Strange days have found us.

Strange days have tracked us down.

They're going to destroy

Our casual joys.

We shall go on playing or find another town.

Yeah!

Strange eyes fill strange rooms.

Voices will signal their tired end.

The hostess is grinning.

Her guests sleep from sinning.

Hear me talk of sin and you know this is it.

Yeah!

Strange days have found us

And through their strange hours

We linger alone,

Bodies confused, memories misused,

As we run from the day

To a strange night of stone."

someone filthy is trying to clean the view.

what should we do?

I'M OFF.

"vandalism: beautiful as a rock in a cop's face."

«seaside suicide»

what if one day you can't open your eyes?

what if one day you can't feel?

what if one day you wake up and realize that everything is different?

what if one day you can't remember who you are?

what if one day you can't speak up?

what if...

write me, like you write a love song.

write my eyes with kindness,

write my mouth with seduction.

just write me like i'm everything to someone.

don't forget the rules, don't make mistakes.

i wanna be perfect.

however, do it with chinese ink.

deep on your skin so that you can't delete me,

and when your body disappear, i will disappear with you.

Leave your mark under my skin

Oh my how strong you are

And feast your eyes on my disdain

And hope this one won't scar

I will never belong to you, again

Push if you still need my pain

Cause I will never tell

And scream if you still hate my name

Cause I'll be where I fell

Come sit close to me,

Let me feel your breath

Come sit close to me

Hands around my neck

If I decide that I am alive

Than I'm diseased and ungrateful

And if I confide that I am a liar

Than I'm diseased and ungrateful

Push in 'til it breaks, if it bleeds then I'll be okay.

Mary Ann Nichols - KILLED!

Annie Chapman - KILLED!

Elizabeth Stride - KILLED!

Catherine Eddowes - KILLED!

Mary Jane Kelly - KILLED!

From hell,

Jack, the Ripper.

everyone has some kind of secrets.

yes, i am saying that there are many types of secrets.

secret thoughts, secret feelings, secret actions, secret lifes.

i'm here thinking of how can someone hide so many things, it should be considered art, honestly.

inside my mind there are so many secrets of so many people who trusted me, and i know that i'm not the only one...

but i'm about to burst out, and if you ever wonder why do i write, there is the answer.

and now you say: "but i don't see any secrets in here".

let me just tell you that the words that i write aren't the words that i really mean to write.

oh well, what the hell do i know about secrets?

i am a fucking open book!

love is a very strange word, sometimes i wonder what does it mean.
no one knows, i think.
if we think hard we don't know the meaning of many things, and everything we know is because of what we believe. so those who say that they don't believe in anything at all are lying, every human believes in something, because if they didn't then they would be dead.
everything we say, everything we think and do only happens because of faith (and by the way it is a very strange word too). or maybe this is all wrong and it is only me who thinks like this.
i don't know.
tonight someone told me that i have very odd thoughts but i don't think so, i think that you are all bizarre, not me.
i feel lost everytime, and the people who have the ability to find me are the people that i believe.

the ceeling is the floor that nobody steps.

what's my name?!

my name is fear and i'm you.

a random life full of insanity.
do i deserve this? ok, i probably do.
i just have to pick one of the two worlds they're offering me,
it looks easy, right? ahahah.
before i had the change to choose i wanted to go to the other world,
but now that i can choose i don't know anymore. ironic.

we are the insanity searching for justice.

she's buying a stairway to heaven.

i'll give you black sensations, up and down your spine.

if you're into evil you're a friend of mine.

- love it or hate it, fuck off.

friday, 13th
- the best day ever.

hell is still overburdened.

in a world of confusion there's one good sight. soon we will be dust, and the hope will return in a world without mankind, a peacefull place will take over when we least expect.
i am a woman without joy, i am a woman of the world.
you can try to be the change, but it's too late, admit all your problems, all the problems of the earth.
i have no hope, i have no faith. martin luther king had a dream, but a dream is what we all have.
"everyone should be nice with each other", for what purpose if we're all going to die anyway?
i'm not a flower, i'm not a bird, i am a fish, the one that's lost although he doesn't remember where did he came from. water is all i need, you are my life, my water, and sometimes i remember that i came from you. i'm here, search me, find me.
let's talk about this place, where you think you belong when actually you are only disturbing who truelly belongs.
if you think hard you will realize that this is all dejá vu, we've been disturbing for millions and millions of years, and we still think that this is all ours and that we are the smartest things around here. an angel once told me that we are no smarter then a fly, and i really think it's true because we can (might) explain the behavior of flies but we can't do the same.
most people believe that there's something bigger, like a god, i personally don't fall for that crap, i believe in nature, i believe in karma, i believe in the sun.

i'm always here, connected to you,
you're always there, connected to me.
don't be sick, then i'm sick to.
we are one, we have the same blood.
please be ok so i can be ok too.

dad, we will always have music.

love toy, love break.