rants (or, random agonizing neurotic thoughts)

just some old scriblings.
the absolute.
childhood sensibility.
the death of the old.
who's afraid of the klitink cultus.


some other scriblings :

portrait of some porce-lying doll.
you forgot to paint your pretty face today,
not that it matters, anyway, 'cause it wouldn't
keep your foul stench of moral decay away.
now.
lets cut away her worth,
and wonder how lovely this corpse could've been.
i hope your eyes rot out.


even thoughts can be dangerous,
but i know odd ones could be too.


the understanding of falling down,
is harder than the concrete you're about to
experience contact with.


fear has to come near, before you can tear it all apart


i've always thought blue looked best on you.
you look so beautiful, so livid,
i could almost kiss you.
how i'd love to hold your hand,
'cause i would support you all the way.
look at you.
if you'd turn around, i could help you
putting on your favorite necklace.
if you'd like it..
tightly.
hanging high over that branch in a fullmoon sky.
you look so beautiful, so livid,
sounds of grasping air sings a thousand melodies.
a sweet suffocated lie, the lullaby of an angelic doubt.
i could almost kiss you goodby.
i just knew blue looked best on you.


"oh it's been such a long, long time"
said the knife in the back.
"boy have i been missing you.".


time will tell and
time will spell and
time will yell..
a battle against deafness.
for your tangible voice leads to bittersweet oblivian.


just wait in line.
your personality is ready-made
and waiting for consumption.
another hero is about to be born.
just pick a number.
you'll be fine.
soon you'll find your glory,
and tell your story of succes,
soon you'll be a world saviour.
the next role model
for mass-production.
just pick a number, and wait in line.


your beautiful body
which almost seems
to pronounce some sort of
sub-continental purity.
angelic virgin-like
with that nymphomanic twist to it..
and then you realize, the butterfly defect.


did it ever occur to you, that the pretty-talk you do,
wrecks the steady foundation you never had.


still sanitizing, overcompromizing the healing thoughts,
that used to be here somewhere,
between dreams and nescience and anonymous cloughs.
it's far from accurate, but still,
accurate enough to get lost.


blasphemy!
bio-logical warfare, nature's flaw made undone!


digging deeper and deeper won't get
you further than you already are.
you know nothing,
and i know less than you.
you better watch out not to
dig too deep, cause soon you won't
be able to crawl out.
why are you so blind?
you will never know a thing,
better get out while you can.


maybe you didn't know,
but your beautiful mask is
crumbling down with every
single word you whisper
silently at night...
how i love your selfish eyes,
how i long for your
egocentric way of mind,
to collapse in front of me.
i would cut you,
a sincere smile,
from ear to ear.


here i am, again, still feeding
those monsters, within.
isn't it about time? cause
ticktock, can't stop this pain
i feel again.
just need to wash it away,
all the way, and head back to
the beginning once again.