You Need To Grab A Pair And Shout Whatever The Fuck You Want To Shout!!!!

Growing Sucks..

From The Innocent Love To Sex;

From Constant Fun To Constant Worry And Stress;

From Total Repulsion To Daily-Base Use;

I Guess This Is What It Fells To Get Older And Mature,

I Don't Know How Everybody Keeps Up With The Changes,

But I Guess I Just Have To Do What No One Does,

And I'll Be All Right...

We'll Be Together, Don't Matter Who Gets In The Way...

A Doomed Company

Talk to me about an endless thing

so I can share the pleasure of your company

even after this doomnation;

In a worst place for all I care;

It doesn't matter

as long as I can still hear your voice in the wind,

see your face painted on the clouds,

and touch you in my dreams,

I don't care.

They Didn't Know What To Talk About... So They Made It Up

A Trueborn Devil Child

Even Though The Baby Was Being Hold From His Pelvis

By One Lonely, Single, Flying Hand

His Back Stood Straight

Showing Some Delicated,

But Stoned Graved Muscles.

As He Was A Devil Child,

He Did Not See Anormality in This,

So He Killed Him Self And Shared His Mischief With God.

Oh So Vindictive God.

And we went through the same ways life after life without knowing it.

Look around and see,
you have all the things you need.

Millions of words unknowns,
of things we don't know.
Times we do not went through.
Ideas that we didn't thought of.
Wise people we didn't meet,
and things
we will not keep.
Eyes we didn't wink, and pink skies
we didn't see.
But we meet them, we see them,
we feel them, we cry them,
our friends.
So rest in peace mate,
'cause you lived well.

Death On The Stairs

The Blunjugunju

But the Blunjugunju came
and ate them all.
No one alive, 'cause the Blunjugunju
is big and green.
He's a citizen of Chelsea,
and king of the sea,
and no one can see him, just him,
but he only see him when
he smokes weed.

**?**

I? Sure...

I'm Seeing Shadows That Don't Exist.

I'm Bitting My Nails For No Reason.

I'm Nervous And My Life -I Think- Is Perfect.

I Stroll Along My Room Trying To Find A Reason.

I Smoke And I Don't Feel The Smoke.

I Listen To Music And I Can't Tell What They Are Saying.

I Trap My Self In A Exluded Place; As Not To Mess Up Or Bother.

I'm Dying Inside But The Outside haven't Realised Yet.

It's Just A Matter Of Time Until I Become A Flesh-And-Boned Ghost.

Down in Albion

A plane. Eh? What?

Planes, airplanes, quite weird
birds.
They fly through the sky and they land
anywhere they want.
A bird with metallic noises,
quite disturbing.
They are big and useless, like most
of huge objects...
I heard it! I heard it!
It was him, the metallic bird,
means that he's picking
me up, It's time to go, no time to buy stuff.
It's just that, not going back.
It's time to visit him,
five years have passed since...
No return ticket!