Friday, January 25, 2008

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Monday, January 14, 2008

The return

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Friday, December 14, 2007

hmmm like a bear...i might just take a winter break from here...not that i want to but ya know...yeeeeah

everything that your family does that i talk about or joke about is only reflected upon them...because you part of MY family
just thought id point that out

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Friday, December 7, 2007

uh im pretty sure that wasnt something to be happy about...of course your asian so...well never mind haha

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Monday, December 3, 2007

One

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Friday, November 30, 2007

Engel

Those who live good on earth
Become an angel after their death
A look at the sky and you ask
Why we can't see them

First when the clouds go to sleep
They can see us in the sky
We have fear and are alone

God knows I don't want to be an angel

They live in the sunshine
Apart from us and endless far away
They have to attach them to a star (not a party/not much fun)
So they wont fall out of the sky

First when the clouds go to sleep
They can see us in the sky
We have fear and are alone

God knows I don't want to be an angel

God knows I don't want to be an angel

God knows I don't want to be an angel
Wer zu Lebzeit gut auf Erden
wird nach dem Tod ein Engel werden
den Blick Ògen Himmel fragst du dann
warum man sie nicht sehen kann

erst wenn die Wolken schlafengehn
kann man uns am Himmel sehn
wir haben Angst und sind allein
Gott weiss ich will kein Engel sein

Sie leben hinterm Horizont
getrennt von uns unendlich weit
sie mussen sich an Sterne krallen (ganz fest)
damit sie nicht vom Himmel fallen

erst wenn die Wolken schlafengehn
kann man uns am Himmel sehn
wir haben Angst und sind allein
Gott weiss ich will kein Engel sein

English translate: Angel

Live in virtue, no desire
In the grave an angel's choir
You look to heaven and wonder why
No one can see them in the sky

Just as the clouds have gone to sleep
Angels can be seen in heavens keep
Alone in fear they question why
Goddamn not an angel when I die

Angels live, they never die
Apart from us, behind the sky
They're fading souls who've turned to ice
So ashen white in paradise

Just as the clouds have gone to sleep
Angels can be seen in heavens keep
Alone in fear they question why
Goddamn not an angel when I die



First when the clouds go to sleep
They can see us in the sky
We have fear and are alone

God knows I don't want to be an angel

God knows I don't want to be an angel

God knows I don't want to be an angel

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Monday, November 26, 2007

You tell me that some things i do dont bother you, but in fact, you are lying. If you truely believe that you are lying to yourself and me because the things i do have an effect on the way you think. While everything about it you think is meaningless, you still believe it. It is not my job to persuade you otherwise, i just dont know how i can live with this monster when there is no communication and no way to express anything different than the thoughts this monster holds. Although most likely these expressions that i give have no effect, because im not techenically speaking them, not that i was allowed, but that if my monster did listen, there would be no comprehension. As i grow, my monster grows, i believe we learn together, you believe we learn on our own. I have no intention to waste time trying to change it. You live your life, i will live mine. If you find that you can learn with me, i am here. If not, i am here. Never once do i fade out of sight. I am the moon, I am the sun. I am here.

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Dr. Frankenstein had a dream. While is his dream has nothing to do with me...the products of our work at in a sense the same. Dr. Frankenstein never intended to create the monster that he did and i never even noticed the one that i was forming. When i say monster, i'm not talking in teh literal sense. I am just stating that by just living my life and doing the things i do, the monster was formed, not physically, but mentally. Just as Frankenstein did, I never stopped to realize that this monster would indeed have its own thoughts, its own feelings. Of course we both might have thought those things, but we never expected that they wouldnt be anything that we hadnt expect them to be. So while the story of Dr. Frankenstein may not have the brightest ending, i hope my monstergirl will have an ending that is happy and is a long time from now.

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Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Why take so little room in someting you have so much invested...and when you can have it all

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Wednesday, November 7, 2007

the most natural writing comes from writing without thinking

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