"People tell me that my personality is divided. I don't think so, but maybe it is."
"I know you got problems... hell, we all do. But you gotta understand that there ain't no gettin' offa this train we're on, till we get to the end of the line."
"No one lives in the slums because they want to. It's like this train. It can't run except where its rails take it."
"This day will never come again... So let me have this moment..."
"I'll be going now. I'll come back when it's all over."
"It's really something, having a smoke at a place like this."
"Live with the planet, die with the planet. Maybe this is the way it should be. Who knows? I'm full of booze..."
"You appear to be looking forward, but in reality you're only looking downward. You're only looking at yourself. Like that, you will find nothing"
"Thinking back I forgot to tell you this;
I didn't care how you left and abandoned me, what hurts more is I would still die for you."
I like: piercings, traveling, bungiesex, videogames, poetry, my friends, my world, my anna, my phone my laptop, my habits, my pastimes, anything that glows, camel lights, beer, music, baths...etc.
Advanced Global Personality Test Results
Extraversion 33%
Stability 23%
Orderliness 63%
Accommodation 43%
Interdependence 43%
Intellectual 83%
Mystical 83%
Artistic 83%
Religious 83%
Hedonism 90%
Materialism 70%
Narcissism 50%
Adventurousness 83%
Work ethic 50%
Self absorbed 76%
Conflict seeking 70%
Need to dominate 56%
Romantic 56%
Avoidant 63%
Anti-authority 90%
Wealth 36%
Dependency 50%
Change averse 83%
Cautiousness 56%
Individuality 90%
Sexuality 50%
Peter pan complex 90%
Physical security 70%
Physical Fitness 77%
Histrionic 63%
Paranoia 70%
Vanity 76%
Hypersensitivity 70%
Female cliche 70%
Don't even take a breath
The air is cut with cyanide
In honor of the New Year
The press gives us cause to celebrate,
The air raid sirens,
Flood barbed wire skylines,
With artificial night,
As we sleep to burn the red,
From our bloodless eyes,
Tonight we're all time bombs on fault lines.
Have we lost everything now?,
Walking like each other's ghosts,
Around these silent streets,
The sedatives tell you everything is alright,
Like calendars dying,
At New Year's Eve parties,
As we kiss hard on the lips,
And swear this year,
Will be better then the last,
Jet Black-the ink that spells your name,
Jet Black-The blood that's in your veins,
Jet Black-We say, "How long can we take this chance not to celebrate?"
There's music playing,
Though we dance to the beat,
Of our own black hearts,
And draw diagrams,
Of suicide on each other's wrists,
Then trace them with razorblades,
Fire to flames,
"Strike Match.",
Burn these words from our lips,
As 'The Dagger' screams,
"Love is dead",
and it's a "newspaper tragedy",
Have we lost what we love?
Have we said everything?
Does it change anything?
Stare at the clock,
Avoid at all costs,
This emptiness.
Ten seconds left until midnight,
nine chances to drown ourselves in black and white,
eight faces turned away from the shock,
seven windows and,
six of them were locked,
five stories falling,
forever and ever,
three cheers to the mirror,
now there are two of us,
can we have one last dance?
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