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Pretzel, jet-setter jester. Out of my house you salty thing.
Then I turned around, I realised he had dropped what he had been holding on during all those hours standing there in the cold. The thing in the floor looked so pure, full of light, as it remained untouched. But, aren't we all dropped from the stars?
I am reporting the failure of the procedure to emancipate the childish rebellion of the hipsters. They are taking over the place, may the reports we are given be a legacy that we tried our best.
I found in my dreams my relatives were chasing me, in the midst of a January sea breeze I was running away from me. I can't wait to see their faces again, smiling and chasing me, again.
I feel like if I was locked in a basement, it looks like if no matter what I do I will always have responsibilities. I don't wanna grow old and go to work, one day waking up crying and realising my life is gone and I didn't do much with it but be just like any other person. I just want to climb the stairs and break the door, runaway and scream if I cannot.
Solved the riddle, the message stills untold. In every diagram of the scheme there is an arrow that points towards the definitive. Solved the riddle, we we all be free.
However long may seem, endlessness we'll come to see.
Through the ears of saint, you hear it ring.
But however long it takes, I am endless in your memory.
Spider web, spider fence, keep me out, on the defence. Give me back what you just mend, in the infinite sewings of an infinite jest. We shall never stay the same.
Spider webs, spider fence, keep me out of your defence. Give me back what you just mend, in the infinite sewings of your infinite art.
Spider crawling down my neck, my hands, my head. Spider webs are everywhere, everywhere, I turn to face. And now I wonder, how did I ever said yes.
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