Lets do something about it. |
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Posted by Sickman Freud on Thu, 14 Feb 2008 07:50:00 PST |
Happy. |
this is the first day momthey are taking good care of metheres a whole lot of medicine hereso dont you be worried.theres not much color in this roomand a whole lot of sicknessbut im happy if your happ...
Posted by Sickman Freud on Mon, 08 May 2006 08:45:00 PST |
Nothing Opaque |
I leave no footsteps in the snow
I am not real, I have no shadow.
Love and hate do not appeal,
for there are no feelings that I feel.
Any light shines through my skin,
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Posted by Sickman Freud on Sat, 12 Jan 2008 05:19:00 PST |
Why this is beautiful to me |
Dead in the eyes of the sober.Filth in the minds of the rotten.A lump of ebony in the golden suburbs,but a black flower in a sea of shit,bearing petals dyed from the shadows in your mind,grown fr...
Posted by Sickman Freud on Tue, 04 Dec 2007 08:38:00 PST |
Its a good day. |
Tell me what you see. thats in front of me.Show me this nation-this new world-this orderof peace,and harmony.We'll build, contruct, expand,and hire,to spread the fatal ...
Posted by Sickman Freud on Thu, 20 Sep 2007 11:07:00 PST |
Seize The Rain - Without A Sound. |
deep inside this beaten soil lays a heart of pumping coils wrapped and wreathed in trash and toil In a box that will never fit. pools gathering beneath the ground the trickle of the crying d...
Posted by Sickman Freud on Sun, 22 Jul 2007 11:45:00 PST |
Seize The Rain - Sing to myself |
i remember i used to swing on the old oak tree and stare at the sifting clouds. i'd watch the sun, shine through the leaves and sing to myself outloud. i remember when i ran to the loud railroad train...
Posted by Sickman Freud on Sat, 14 Jul 2007 11:43:00 PST |
Sieze The Rain - Choke |
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Burning at a golden stakewith flesh dripping down my eyestasting what im really made ofAnd finding a new despise
we strive to be all differentand conform to do just thatbut were&nbs...
Posted by Sickman Freud on Thu, 21 Jun 2007 06:19:00 PST |
Hedonism And Filth |
Hesitant to smileand quick to judge.Love to hateand embrace a grudge.We love to label.Catagorize.Emotions unstableand green eyes...Spewing envyand despise.We'll spit on the poorand love the rich,Leave...
Posted by Sickman Freud on Mon, 12 Mar 2007 10:05:00 PST |
Death is the victory. |
The clouds come inas black as nighta rolling thunderof hate and spite
the tide is red,it smells of fishthey're all dead....every life and every wish
spark the gearssound the bellsthe gears of w...
Posted by Sickman Freud on Sat, 30 Dec 2006 04:16:00 PST |
