Juggalo Creed |
I am a Juggalo...
I am an individual guided by Light...
I know who I am and who I want to be.
I recognize that the path to Shangri La
requires an open mind...
I shall not judge.
I am part of a Family.... Posted by on Tue, 18 Sep 2007 11:35:00 GMT |
Poetry... |
Scabs of the past peeling slowly from a dark and distant memory,emptiness, whispering menace glinting beneath the skin,consumption in the vast eternal maw,decaying teeth flickering over the tongue of ... Posted by on Wed, 15 Aug 2007 09:09:00 GMT |
Your Lucky I like you |
Decay:The Symptoms of Kali-yugaNihils' Maw[taken from Shrimad-Bhagavatam][SB 12.2.1]sri-suka uvacatatas canu-dinam dharmahsatyam saucam ksama dayakalena balina rajannanksyaty ayur balam smrtih[Transla... Posted by on Wed, 15 Aug 2007 09:07:00 GMT |
Håvard Hedde |
Eg heiter Håvard Hedde, og er so ven ein kar.No vil eg burt og gifta meg og rydja meg ein gard.Eg bur upp under fjell,og gjenta hev eg lova. Eg svik ho inkje hell!Eg heiter Håvard Hedde og bur upp und... Posted by on Wed, 15 Aug 2007 09:06:00 GMT |
Stand In the Threall |
And I do walk upon Wan's DykeAnd I do survey the landAnd I did become the Reaper with my own bare hands+For I am Wodan,Though, some call me Hermes,Some call me Roman Mercury,God of cargos,God of weath... Posted by on Wed, 15 Aug 2007 09:05:00 GMT |
Ceremony To Fear |
Colors I see are sentimental figuresThe mass of people touches my frozen soulA sound delights my ears I'm here aloneAnd it flatters her slow vanityChaos - Ceremony to fearPicture on the wall is moving... Posted by on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 16:10:00 GMT |
Awake |
Steal my trepidation, redress the balanceThis cry of distress is a tripper into woebegoneYou wreak vengeance on innocence to holdThis century is own impossibilityForbidding anxiety walks through whole... Posted by on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 16:09:00 GMT |
Love Yourself |
Turning to myself the old breed is standingIn front of natural humanThe wrong side of forty yearsThere's something wrong with meI don't know what I should believeWhere I want there's not much to seeTh... Posted by on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 16:09:00 GMT |
Determined Anger |
Heading for the planet, there's a chanceTo find your head from the ceilingLet me hit the door with a canFull of fingers, I'm prayingBorn to be human another day with aCandle's endThinking about my fri... Posted by on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 16:08:00 GMT |
Lust |
Blood kissing mister in a home-freak storyPulls the teeth out of bone flaked armFucker little beast like boring motherSmall head inside her room-mateFor your love if I do this thing to youCold meat ea... Posted by on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 16:07:00 GMT |