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.Place To Be.
I was lying in the edge of sand dust
waiting for a sandman.
he made up stories about the seas, and the moon
and the sweetest melodies
that swept me away down in the river stream.
the night's leaving, descending in haze.
do not blow up the candles, sandman
we still need the light.
the dawn still hold the sun to rise
let me hold on for a while.
the moon's floating beneath the lowest washed sky line,
between the dark silhouette of pine trees.
darkness that covered in light.
we are all the same, showered by lights
therefore we could be seen.
scattered human flesh and bones
swimming through the ground.
i'm tired of staying in this height
take me down hill sandman
let me see the white dots
instead of brown and grey.
move right here, don't buried your feet in clouds
even it's hard to get around the wind.
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It is not about how do we think about ourselves, or others think about ourselves. In this age of branding we are just such some flock of clueless, useless cunts struggling around to make our own space, our own living. There's one proverb says "if you don't love yourself then people won't love you". But that's not what i want to hear. We love negativity so much, too much that we cannot bear. Negativity's spread people, just like skinhead and chinos and dumbass and the fuck word. But we enjoyed that, and that's not a problem. We playing dead even if we don't know what death means. Our planes are leaving, our belts are fastened, but we're flying through the never ending clouds. Where do we go, headless cunts? just get your ass off my plane and suck another pants. but it doesn't matter, i hate flying in a very literal way. We all kind of dummy though, we love to getting high without taking any height. we love to stay high without knowing the risk of falling. we don't get any idea about a price we have to pay. we pissed our own pants without letting anyone knows. off course, that's the first rule. oh insecure cunts, let's go out, find a place, let your enigmatic peripheral delusion make it's own vision, clouded by whatever. i think all i want to tell you and especially myself, that we are all wasted, and stupid and pathetic and fuck off.
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21.11.13 ( November 21, 2013 )
I was lying in the edge of sand dust
waiting for a sandman.
he made up stories about the seas, and the moon
and the sweetest melodies
that swept me away down in the river stream.
the night's leaving, descending in haze.
do not blow up the candles, sandman
we still need the light.
the dawn still hold the sun to rise
let me hold on for a while.
the moon's floating beneath the lowest washed sky line,
between the dark silhouette of pine trees.
darkness that covered in light.
we are all the same, showered by lights
therefore we could be seen.
scattered human flesh and bones
swimming through the ground.
i'm tired of staying in this height
take me down hill sandman
let me see the white dots
instead of brown and grey.
move right here, don't buried your feet in clouds
even it's hard to get around the wind.
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selamat malam
12.11.13 ( November 12, 2013 )
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2.11.13 ( November 02, 2013 )
It is not about how do we think about ourselves, or others think about ourselves. In this age of branding we are just such some flock of clueless, useless cunts struggling around to make our own space, our own living. There's one proverb says "if you don't love yourself then people won't love you". But that's not what i want to hear. We love negativity so much, too much that we cannot bear. Negativity's spread people, just like skinhead and chinos and dumbass and the fuck word. But we enjoyed that, and that's not a problem. We playing dead even if we don't know what death means. Our planes are leaving, our belts are fastened, but we're flying through the never ending clouds. Where do we go, headless cunts? just get your ass off my plane and suck another pants. but it doesn't matter, i hate flying in a very literal way. We all kind of dummy though, we love to getting high without taking any height. we love to stay high without knowing the risk of falling. we don't get any idea about a price we have to pay. we pissed our own pants without letting anyone knows. off course, that's the first rule. oh insecure cunts, let's go out, find a place, let your enigmatic peripheral delusion make it's own vision, clouded by whatever. i think all i want to tell you and especially myself, that we are all wasted, and stupid and pathetic and fuck off.
Anyway, slices of endorphins is the easiest way to make yourself become more useful. slices of pork bacon too.
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