I'll never tell you the truth
Never could I
You may never be free
**** this life has really messed us up.
So if you can still see through this fog
Don't get lost here, it's hell
And you still have a way out of this trap
Even if you dream of knowingly destroying yourself
Do you care about something dear
Or important? The fact remains that you can
The light is in the blocked belly of the world
And you yearn for a better life, don't you?
They say she wants a child with you
And God, she's capricious
How are the children of sorrow?
The children are fine. Find peace.
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 7:34 PM UTC
I really want to do it, frankly.
It's the right time.
Spring is buzzing.
Still in its gray cloak.
But the sky is blue.
Blue like the color.
Of the earth in the veins.
Of the kings and queens of this world.
Who will be the only ones.
To live eternally.
Young in the hell.
That they invent.
And our friends will be.
In the great ocean.
Of existence.
Like a wild wave.
Telling on the beach.
Its journey.
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 2:39 PM UTC
A. R.
Quoi ?! Tu n'es pas les yeux cybernétiques
Une petite fille drôle et sans mensonges
Fais juste ça : Wells, ne dis pas ça, mieux vaut le dire
L'avenir arrive, nous allons tous le faire. Ave Maria, prends le briquet et fais briller le ciel
Oh oh oh bébé, pleure, tristesse d'un œil
Écoutez Sade et 2Pac, une autre fois
Pour un vieux Boyz Og, la crème du crime
Au micro.
Une image de la maison dans les nuages
Je rêve, j'espère que les gens bleus
Et les oiseaux de feu dansent sous le ciel
Nous nous limitons aux portes du Mordor
Clark Clark Pierre Henry, souviens-toi
Les Illuminati prendront tes yeux
Pour voir comme toi. Petite mademoiselle
Protégez votre vision. Nous sommes l'avenir.
Juste un cadeau
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 4:38 AM UTC
whenever you say forever
i cry because this is false
love me like me, like you are
before we'll lost, please say sure
no, no you not understand the pain
by all heart, i love you, accept my
My little bulbe you are ready baby
smoke the monk dragon when burn
my little bulbe you are ready for that.
You know but you aren't my side
You prefere to go and the oblivion
picture of hell for my soul
the night in my heart
the rain is wor like the fire
and the serpents are present
i have a dead in this box
this my ultimate shell
my love just here
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 2:06 AM UTC
And then, that's it, our nervous friend, there
Visited by red specters, Indian reservation, of course
In São Paulo, I already knew how things would turn out
It's going to be hard to control: fear, fear, fear
Then things faded away
I never would have imagined it would end like this.
Strange story! Yep, too much cognac, crack, her crime?
Threats that became long and terrible
Killing her was more of a relief than a revelation
Just me, they'll say it was only me, you went home
You see the thing! 10 years, maybe a reduced sentence
a little over 8 years in any case! You get it.
Now I know, now you see, it's too late.
Death has done its work, and I'm the prime suspect.
And you're as sad as the guy in the TV series.
So sad and affected by this dying ****
Well, she must have suffered! In life, as in death.
I'm not going to run away, just make them think I'm messing around.
At full speed, you go home, make pancakes.
I'm going to Cincinnati to do some shopping with her bank card.
My face in the fog inside my mouth.
Unhappy cockroaches slumber in the silence of my throat.
I became a monster trying to do my best.
Who is God?
Where is God?
Lord, spare them.
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 5:41 PM UTC