maandag 31 augustus 2009
zondag 30 augustus 2009
donderdag 27 augustus 2009
The view 2 magazine issue 7 photo
Concept: Laser 3.14
Model: Maxi Meissner
Photo by: Ronald Frederick
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woensdag 26 augustus 2009
zaterdag 22 augustus 2009
zondag 16 augustus 2009
THIS LONELY STATE OF BEING
I take a lunge at the sky
I should’ve been born invisible
Now the real pain is mine
We’re indivisible
I close my eyes
to see what the blind man sees
If I could delve deep inside
Shall I be able to converge
with the salty breeze?
Every second closer to it
There’s not a single ways to avoid all this
But till the end I’ll be a non-conformist
If I close my eyes
I imagine non-solitary days
If hold my hand up in the air
I believe a wind of change will come
or all will disappear
SALLY WEEPS
It’s engraved above the door
that you can’t enter
Obligatory and diseased
Every second counts
when you’re wounded
She tried everything
to get the stains off
Things converge
Things get blurred
and tossed around
ending up in the corner
As I looked straight across the damned meadows
I heard the flowers scream
I asked myself
Will this the ground where we’ll mourn the dead?
The place to end all dream?
I saw the powerless falling face up laughing
I saw the madness creeping in
I saw the despots eating
gnawing at freedom’s heart
With a wicked grin
Yes my body is carbon based
Yes my love isn’t always verifiable
This Pavlov society
and the decrease of happiness
Where everything is engineered
to make you obey
Each and every bloody day
Decimated and disembowelled
The zealous can no longer escape zealously
No longer will the cross repress true happiness
No longer will the innocence of the infant be divinely shushed
No longer will the repressing word “heresy” uttered
Let’s give progress of science and reason a fair change
or get perpetually trapped in this macabre dance
that you can’t enter
Obligatory and diseased
Every second counts
when you’re wounded
She tried everything
to get the stains off
Things converge
Things get blurred
and tossed around
ending up in the corner
As I looked straight across the damned meadows
I heard the flowers scream
I asked myself
Will this the ground where we’ll mourn the dead?
The place to end all dream?
I saw the powerless falling face up laughing
I saw the madness creeping in
I saw the despots eating
gnawing at freedom’s heart
With a wicked grin
Yes my body is carbon based
Yes my love isn’t always verifiable
This Pavlov society
and the decrease of happiness
Where everything is engineered
to make you obey
Each and every bloody day
Decimated and disembowelled
The zealous can no longer escape zealously
No longer will the cross repress true happiness
No longer will the innocence of the infant be divinely shushed
No longer will the repressing word “heresy” uttered
Let’s give progress of science and reason a fair change
or get perpetually trapped in this macabre dance
zaterdag 15 augustus 2009
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