where does inspiration come from?

ah, inspiration you know, i used to get sorta high by your works. last time, i thought i would die. couldn't get much higher.
you were something holy to me. why, you still are.
my stupid fuck, my honey pie.
but why why why why why why why
you just fell for me in a second?
now you're lyin here all used up. wasted. drained.
and i'm rolling another one and laughing.
how easily you dispelled my illusions.
how gloriously i ruined my temple.

— There you go in your nazi car, oh my babydoll, what a whore you are.

@темы: come on balthazar, hysteria mode

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soon

i'll be there playing your grand piano. sitting on the floor and shaking while you play
trying to figure out if there's a ceiling.
i'll be your first born son. your restless apprentice.
making people wanna die and go to space, making you so proud.
writing the symphonies you hoped to write someday.
you'll love me. i promise.

@темы: soon

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1. If you sleep alone at night, you should never sleep in a double bed. If you do, you should never just sleep on one side of the double bed. As the legend goes, in the dark of night, while you are sleeping on one side of the double bed, you will sense the presence of something or someone creeping into your room. The first night this happens, the thing will just lie down on the floor next to your bed and you will hear deep breathing. The next night, it will lie down next to you on the bed. You will hear the deep breathing right next to your ear and feel its breath on your neck. If you allow this to continue for another night, you will be woken in the middle of the night and your bed will be shaking. Then the mattress will start bouncing up because the thing will start jumping up and down on your double bed.
Whatever you do, don’t let it know you’re not asleep.

2. Two kids were walking through the woods. Suddenly, a tree fell on them both and squished them to death. But the kids didn’t die instantly. They lived for several painful hours. Then they died. In the morning, the neighbours called the police because they had heard some screams. Once the police got to the scene of the accident, they realized that the tree was actually the kids’ father and they arrested him for murder.

@темы: lollipops and candycanes, come on balthazar

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so i called matt cuz i know he knows sorrow
he said "i'll be in the city tomorrow"
so i go down and i watch him sing

the way he sings sends a chill through me.

ххххххххх

they were lost in the mist and they didn't have time to see what I could see and it hurt me.
and they were driving around with the stereo on, and there was nothing on the air to relieve me.
we were sitting in the back and in the mirror I could see that you were pointing your gun towards me.
and I knew from the start that your heart was mine,
but you were too sick a person to tell me.

@темы: fly with me child, freaks&geeks

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I fucking have to remember this

And finally. This question. The mystery of whose story it will be, of who draws the curtain. Who is it that chooses our steps in a dance? Who drives us mad, flashes us with whips, crowns us with victory when we survive the impossible? Who is it that tells all these things? Who honors those we love with the very life we live? Who sends monsters to kill us, and at the same time sings that we'll never die? Who teaches us what's real, and how to laugh at lies? Who decides why we live, and what we'll die to defend?
Who chains us, and who holds the key to set us free?
It's you.
You have all the weapons you need.

NOW FIGHT!

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take me away

one thing I hate the most?
insomnia.

you know what's there in the dark. but there's nothing you can do - you're not really awake. but you keep hearing noizes.
maybe you're too tired. maybe you took too many pills.
maybe not.

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they’ve burnt down our home. our loved ones are gone.
lose it all, let it fall.

we got a fuckload of work to do.