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Warlock - Sleepless nights. Yes or no? Will or will not?
If you read the first issue ACiDpaper, you probably remember "Warlock". And today, read the sequel. Do not consider graphomaniacs me, but once it's all a lot to me means ... Thinking out loud ... Only fools learn from their mistakes. Well, I prefer to be a fool, because I know that the experience of others is not always helpful. "Sorry, I thought you were smart ... and you're a fool" Thoughts ... I hate them. Modest booze threesome. Again pillows about anything and everything little by little. People get offended. I guess I just can not drink. Again, a big company. Sound toast, can be heard whisper glasses. Shut up, I drink to the beautiful ladies! Drunken stupor. Again thoughts. In the eyes of the already flickering vodka All ready to help, advise, sympathize. How do I want to be away from this table of this house, of that city. Get out! Away from the country. The new moment of reflection Vicious circle. No, not a circle. Spiral. Each of its revolution turns to a new level. But each time turns all the more terrible. Sleepless nights. Yes or no? Will or will not? Fall asleep And I see my grandmother with a scythe at the door. No! Go! I'm gonna live forever! I do not want to die! I do not want to grow old! I do not want to grow up! Cigarette in hand. Twilight. Music. Broken glass on the floor. I do not know much? Put out bull ... Yes, it confused the hand and an ashtray. Strong Pain pushes weaker. Strong emotions something to burn through in a person - so they say. And as it was the first time? Remember Pain was not, there was nothing to turn off. Games. Play until like the rules. Defeated or not? Another dream. A familiar face. Where have I seen him? Pain. Painfully familiar face. ■ Chasing those thoughts away and not return them never No, it's not so easy ... Can be translated conversation from one topic to another, and very ■ easy. But where to go from thinking? -Hey, chaps dashing, what is freedom? -Do what you want in morality? -Freedom - is lack of personal stories The first step - erase personal history. We have to change yourself. Need to love yourself more others. Need to become angry. Man - man. No, not a wolf. Friend, comrade and geisha. Today you, tomorrow you And yesterday was ty.Esli Tomorrow Comes Glory. Puppy dog enthusiasm for its first rays. Conceit and insensibility in its heyday. And why is it necessary? Who that prove? Today, top, tomorrow's nose in the shit. Each lecturer has handed over the vector ... Step Two - live for today Music. She saves when ill. Close your eyes and you're not here but somewhere far away. Again, these thoughts. Get away from me, dummy! Think, head of the case. Cap will not buy, but poglazhu. Books. Pieces of the passions and destinies. Pages wind blows. What a fall last? Flame of a candle shines and warms the life New blood is spilled on the ground. And fast it absorbed. Through constantly stinging shame ... Friends. No, comrades. Friends far away. And it wants to spit in his face, to build the bed, humiliate and trample. Otherwise obliterate you. In a fine powder Bride of the wind. Stinky little man. Serial killer. Crazy chick. This immortal. Knight Upgrade Death. How many of you will be my friends? No one. A pity. Would look at all grieving and return scream "I'm here!" I'm still here
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