fuck the easily offended

ARCADE (you and I, we can see in the dark

nobody@israblog.co.il (o-dead) — Sun, 10 Jan 2010 02:48:00 +0200

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If I were man and you a dog

nobody@israblog.co.il (o-dead) — Sun, 29 Nov 2009 23:48:00 +0200

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last night on earth

nobody@israblog.co.il (o-dead) — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 02:58:00 +0200

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monster

nobody@israblog.co.il (o-dead) — Sun, 18 Oct 2009 04:19:00 +0200

let's forget about it all we'll go out and have a ball if we'll feel lucky we could get in a brawl and maybe break a jaw the hands are shook and the deal is made between the joker and the ace of spades now's no time to be afraid if you wanna live to tell what you saw I won't be fine after you leave I wasn't better before you arrived I don't want to feel you on my body I only wish I had a bigger knife there's nothing to it but wasting our time I'm gonna do it cause I don't mind dunno where I am and I can't feel my lips I stick my tongue out, feeling blood and bits it's comes down harsh when it finally hits I let it slide cause I need the kicks you are my life, I'm glad to be your whore the greatest thing you've never felt before come on in and close the door do whatever, just give me more shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit I'm getting through I'm getting through I can feel, I can breath, I can see, I I'

mr. late

nobody@israblog.co.il (o-dead) — Sat, 03 Oct 2009 16:50:00 +0200

my whole life I've been waiting for the right opportunities to come. waiting, and each and every time I made a step, I've been too late. that's my story, that's the naure of my being. two years ago I've waited, and I've been damaged, dunno if beyond repair. it was physical, it was rough. every word was a lie, but one sentence written on a cellphone screen. one day later, it was a lie. one was very sincere, only one. so this time, I was late again, but I'm not gonna stay around to see my arrows fly back at me. I'm gonna dissappear. and i'm gonna figure out a plan, a new way to be. and when the opportunity comes, I will not miss it. I will not be late. or maybe I will, for it is the nature of my being. and then I will be dead. I am feeling my way in the darkness, balancing on the edge of a knife. to create new life, everything must burn. king crimson - I talk to the wind Said the straight man to the late manWhere have you beenIve been here and Ive been thereAnd Ive

about doing what is expected from you

nobody@israblog.co.il (o-dead) — Sat, 03 Oct 2009 15:08:00 +0200

how many times have you done something that you don't want to do, telling yourself that this is what is expected from you? "oh well, it's just for a little while, just until I get rich/famous/outta his place/etc." and what if you wouldn't do what you were told? would society notice your defection like a rancid slob of meat in the supermarket? would they look at you different? would they dispose of you? would you be alone? the answer to all of these is probably yes. the only people who really do all that they want are crazy people, and they are put into mental institutions, where they are well sedated until their free will is all gone. I am still going with the flow, spontanious as I am trying to be, because I am afraid of being alone. I wish to dispose of my old habits, I wonder how and where to start and am I just crazy or am I right? I think I'm a genious, but I'm probably just crazy. I'm not going to change the world anyway.

a picture of a something before it has been ruined

nobody@israblog.co.il (o-dead) — Mon, 28 Sep 2009 03:40:00 +0200

it's this joke, I know why it's funny, I can explain why it's funny.. but it can't make me laugh I don't feel a thing p.s - end of "life of others" I love my fuckin life :] I'm a sick motherfucker and you can't take that away p.s - end of "black cat, white cat" it's just me here,5am. I'm doing a movie marathon now and cheating the fast a little bit - I'll go to sleepy really really late and wake up at like 7pm or something, straight from the bed to the fridge :D noone said it was illegal! different times are coming, in which I come to sense, I start to understand myself, even, rachmana litzlan, like myself P: next thing I'll be a fuckin dipshit. but hey, it happened before already XD I got one more movie to watch :] six overall, and then I'll playthe PS2 to DEATH!! gmar chatima tova, fuckers. wish you BURN IN HELL

hanging by the nails

nobody@israblog.co.il (o-dead) — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 19:21:00 +0200

I am the robber that asks please I am the kid who takes the tease I have chosen not to see I do my own autopsy I am the one who is outdone forever in the shade, my father's son I am the one who's always wrong I am the one who's gone in my wandering I killed the child I used to be I'm staring in dismay at what growing up has done to me I still remember all those little dreams I used to dream it was terrible, it was beautiful I am the target of the stones exhibit A has got no bones whoops I'm a joke again, standing stunned I'm completely dumb in my wandering I killed the child I used to be I'm staring in dismay at what growing up has done to me I still remember all those little dreams I used to dream it was terrible, it was beautiful Ice Age what I see, it isn't real I see you in screens, in screens and nets but noone asked me how I feel about it what I think is typed in me what I touch is made of air but noone's ever asking how we got th

needed

nobody@israblog.co.il (o-dead) — Sat, 15 Aug 2009 21:16:00 +0200

right now I feel opposite of what I felt. yes, everything is running fluent with me, until my own blood comes in. I hate all their stupid gestures and rules ment to bend me into control, their much unneeded arrogance and unappreciation, their misundarstanding and misinterpretations of everything that I do. beyond that, I'm tired of people. lucky I have some real friends, but sometimes it feels like everyone sorta wants something from you. those group dinamics are hard on me, I never was a diplomat, just someone who runs with what he thinks and feels. and all I wish for is someone that wouldn't want me to tell him what I feel, wouldn't expect me to feel or be something, just be close. is there still someone like that out there? where's that and where am I? fuck off, I'm bored and pissed and what's holding me now, who am I even?