TRICERATOPS THREESOME -

HHHH

Flew to the sun and burnt my wing
Fell right down and i started to sing
I sang about losing everything you never had
Searching for the meaning of life in a newspaper ad

2011-11-02 @ 00:42:14 Permalink Glossolalia Kommentarer (0) Trackbacks ()

TIME WILL TELL

Ska snart fortsätta med bloggandet, har varit i Warszawa och har skitmycket plugg just nu bara.

2011-10-20 @ 23:22:18 Permalink Glossolalia Kommentarer (0) Trackbacks ()

REPLACEMENT

Fått låna en liten kompaktkamera som får följa med till Warszawa (åker på Söndag). Hejaheja

2011-10-11 @ 22:28:24 Permalink Glossolalia Kommentarer (0) Trackbacks ()

CUNT

Här tänkte jag lägga upp massa fina fisheyebilder på vår fantastiska natur, men nepp, min kamera blev stulen.
(Tanken som räknas, ellerhur?)

2011-10-09 @ 17:31:10 Permalink Glossolalia Kommentarer (1) Trackbacks ()

BITE HER IN THE FUCKING NECK

BOTTOM OF THE FUCKING LAKE

2011-10-04 @ 21:10:48 Permalink Glossolalia Kommentarer (0) Trackbacks ()

THE LAST THREE MONTHS

Musiken jag lyssnat på från Juli till September (väldigt smått urval)
SEPTEMBER 2011
AUGUSTI 2011
JULI 2011

2011-09-30 @ 15:36:09 Permalink Glossolalia Kommentarer (0) Trackbacks ()

RITE IS RIGHT

2011-09-28 @ 20:13:31 Permalink Glossolalia Kommentarer (0) Trackbacks ()

HYMN

Flew to the sun and burnt my wing
Fell right down and started to sing

2011-09-20 @ 23:37:18 Permalink Glossolalia Kommentarer (0) Trackbacks ()

WHO NEEDS REASONS WHEN YOU'VE GOT HEROIN?

Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?

2011-09-19 @ 09:41:18 Permalink Glossolalia Kommentarer (0) Trackbacks ()

EPILEPSY IS DANCING

2011-09-08 @ 08:32:36 Permalink Glossolalia Kommentarer (0) Trackbacks ()

PARASITKÄRLEK

Jag vill sprätta upp din bröstkorg och ligga och njuta bakom dina revben
Jag vill äta upp dina inälvor innifrån
Jag vill ha ett sugrör direkt från dina lungor

2011-09-07 @ 22:03:16 Permalink Glossolalia Kommentarer (0) Trackbacks ()

GIVING BIRTH

Laying unichorn-eggs
And giving birth to a leprechaun
A centaur, a nymf and sphinx on my lawn
Travelling through the mind of a wizard
Having a glass of lemonade
The sky is turning Orange
But Im too drunk to see what shade

2011-09-07 @ 18:29:50 Permalink Glossolalia Kommentarer (0) Trackbacks ()

A TRIP DOWN THE PSYCHADELIC GREEN MILE

Entering my kingdom with my head held high
Kings and Queens far up in the sky
Forcing me to guard Lions on the ground
My head is a liquid cloud in which I have drowned
Into Universe, showing Life in reverse
Feels as I just walked down the aisle
Psychadelic Green Mile
But the altar turns red
A Chainsaw in you head
Just wishing you were Dead

2011-09-07 @ 16:05:21 Permalink Glossolalia Kommentarer (0) Trackbacks ()

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