IRC-Galleria

Running out of beer and self-respect.

"If you know a Scorpio I highly recommend locking your doors and windows, in fact I suggest that you go as far as installing a panic room in your home, you can never be too safe with these little fuckers watching your every move.

The best tip that I can give you right now is that you should go to church and pray, it is the only place that those demon children are not allowed to enter. Bathe in holy water and always carry some with you! If you see a Scorpio walking towards you in an inhumanly fast speed do not hesitate to spray them with it, once you see smoke itÂ’s your queue to run! Barricade yourself in your home and consume large amounts of salt and garlic! Unfortunately there is no way escaping a Scorpio but, they are known to retreat and move on to their next victim after they lose their interest in you.

Beware that ScorpioÂ’s are smart and will most likely not disclose that they are in fact a Scorpio. Here are some tips on figuring out if youÂ’re dealing with one.

They drink blood.
You can often hear them cursing in old Latin.
They always have a knife with them.
They are extremely hot (this is because they come from hell) so do not touch them or you risk getting third degree burns.
Some can turn their head 180 degrees."

"Jälleen hän on yksin, jälleen alkaa hänelle hiljaisuus...
Hetkeksi lieventynyt suru palaa takaisin ja ahdistaa rintaa entistä voimakkaammin. Jonan silmät vilkuilevat levottomina ja tuskaisina kummallakin jalkakäytävällä parveileviin ihmisiin; jospa noiden tuhansien joukosta löytyisi edes yksi, joka kuuntelisi häntä? Mutta ihmiset rientävät, he eivät huomaa Jonaa eivätkä hänen suruaan...
Suru on valtava, rajaton. Jos Jonan rinta halkeaisi ja suru valuisi sieltä ulos, se varmaan peittäisi koko maailman, vaikka sitä ei missään näykään. Se on osannut kätkeytyä niin pieneen kuoreen, ettei sitä löydä, vaikka päivällä tulen kanssa etsisi..."

Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness.

I've come to lie beside you
I've come to know the dark for light
I've come to trust just one
and that one died with yesterday
with yesterday

Now that I've laid me down to sleep
for what it's worth, I dress my tears in costumes
never again will we, will I turn to stone
the drowning edges of my pillow
catch the last breath
on a desert leading down
the breath too deep, the breath too long ago forgotten

I've come to lie beside you
I've come to know the dark for light
I've come to trust just one
and that one died with yesterday
with yesterday

Now that all honest clocks bury oceans with sand
our tears have filled them once again
when will I, will we stand at the shore
to cleanse our souls?
To cleanse our souls?
Are memories too deep,
are memories too long ago forgotten
now that I've left that chance to die?

"I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever, your leg my leg, your arm my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again."

— Charles Bukowski