“Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood”
zaterdag 21 mei 2011
dinsdag 17 mei 2011
Failure is nigh,
failure is leaving.
Goodbye goodbye, my friend.
Goodbye goodbye, my friend.
maandag 16 mei 2011
Demons are here
to beat the fucking daylight out of you.
zaterdag 14 mei 2011
JUST A
Backstabber
Hope grabber
Greedy little bitch
(Failure has made you so cruel)
Hope grabber
Greedy little bitch
(Failure has made you so cruel)
zaterdag 7 mei 2011
donderdag 5 mei 2011
There was a man who lived in Leeds
Who filled his garden full of seeds
And when those seeds began to grow
It was like a garden full of snow
And when that snow began to melt
It was like a ship without a belt
And when that ship began to sail
It was like a bird without a tail
And when that bird began to soar
It was like a lion at my door
And when the door began to crack
It was like a penknife in my back
And when my back began to bleed
I was dead, dead, dead indeed.
Alvin Schwartz
And when those seeds began to grow
It was like a garden full of snow
And when that snow began to melt
It was like a ship without a belt
And when that ship began to sail
It was like a bird without a tail
And when that bird began to soar
It was like a lion at my door
And when the door began to crack
It was like a penknife in my back
And when my back began to bleed
I was dead, dead, dead indeed.
Alvin Schwartz
woensdag 4 mei 2011
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