Just walking in the rain
Getting soaking wet
Torturing my heart
By trying to forget
Just walking in the rain
So alone and blue
All because my heart
Still remembers you
People come to windows
They always stare at me
Shaking their heads in sorrow
Saying, who can that fool be
Just walking in the rain
Thinking how we met
Knowing things could change
Somehow I can't forget
сряда, 11 юли 2012 г.
неделя, 8 юли 2012 г.
The Genius Johnny Quid.
You see that pack of Virginia killing sticks on the end of the piano?!
All you need to know about life is retained in those four walls. You will notice that one of your personalities is seduced by the illusions of grandeur - the gold packet of king size with a regal insignia, an attractive implication towards grandeur and wealth, the subtle suggestion that cigarettes are indeed your royal and loyal friends, and that, Pete, is a lie.
Your other personality is trying to draw your attention to the flip side of the discussion, written in boring bold black and white, it's a statement that these little soldiers of death and in fact trying to kill you and that, Pete, is the truth.
Oh, beauty is a beguiling call to death and i'm addicted to the sweet pitch of its siren. That that starts sweet ends bitter, and that which starts bitter ends sweet. That is why you and I love the drugs and that is also why I cannot give that painting back. Now please, pass me a light!!
петък, 6 юли 2012 г.
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