bet all you have
then lose it all
stand around slackjawed
looking appalled
dont start to feel sad
that really won't help
just make like a dog
and whine, bark and yelp.




mental twins, eh? like i said, kinda cool. i still say i'd have bigger ***** though. i mean really :)



just what IS it with blogger? goddamn thing keeps changing its layout and stuff.


so anw.

depression and sadness
and loneliness too
let's not forgot madness
and feeling real blue
intrinsically bound up
in me living my life
is the central desire
to not battle with strife.



to be blessed would be to be a blessing. to be a blessing would be to be a gift. to be a gift would dictate that there be people around to receive. to receive a gift is to be blessed, is it not? therefore to be blessed is to be given stuff.
i.e. to be blessed is to be DEMANDING and SELFISH.

its amazing what a little logic can give you, isn't it?

but fucking giving YOU. give ME. i'm a blessing, innit?




"i need the other half of my brain (which you possess) to reply"
-----> that totally cracked me up :)





just like that?
when i move you move
just like that (fuck the question mark. it only had meaning the first time round)



i feel sad that people lie. i feel sad, too, that as a result of these lies people get hurt and frustrated. somehow it seems unfair that because of the stupidity of others, the undeserving can be driven to feeling that everything is their fault. i feel sad too that friends, of all people, deceive others.
but wtf.


place the knife upon your wrist
notice how the vein doth twist
trace it lightly with the blade
(how reminiscent of Marquis de Sade)
look one last time in the mirror.
silver reflects your sad demeanour
but cheer up, child. all will end soon
i promise you, the slightest wound
will end all of your sorry pain
numb the nerve-ends in your brain
stop the nagging and the noise
the sound of all your childish toys
clanking on the concrete ground
with no children here to play around.
draw the knife back, ever soft
raise your wrist up high, aloft
feel the blood flow down like rain
dripping on your face. no pain
you feel, do you? as i said.
now go and rest upon your bed
feel your sadness flow out of you
your anger, hate, frustration. love too.
didnt i tell you? you lose all.
sorry kid. now it's MY call.
And I say you die.





that would be Part III of the aforementioned series. Its the Devil speaking, if you didnt get that.



anyway that's quite enough darkness for one night, i reckon.


*Goodbye to you/goodbye to everything that I knew/you were the one i loved/the one thing that i tried to hold on to







hahahahaahahaah i'm sorry. couldn't resist it.