donderdag 31 maart 2011

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maandag 28 maart 2011

zaterdag 26 maart 2011

donderdag 24 maart 2011

New laser 3.14/'t Kartel shirt available now

New laser 3.14/'t Kartel shirt 
with the text "Facebook is the opium of the people" is now available
 Order yours here: www.freshcotton.com

dinsdag 22 maart 2011

My new website is online

Check it out here: www.laser314.com

New work


New work:
Pump It Up!! 2011
3x10x10cm
Markers on canvas

donderdag 17 maart 2011

THE ELECTRIC FENCE

Prison break
Trying to make an escape
Using a carefully prepared bench
Before getting fried by the electric fence

A mental prison
Can only be beaten by our schism
Who is the one yelling hedonism?
Yearning for some realism

A burning
A knife stabbed in the back
Keeps twisting and turning
The deceived mind goes black

A winding road
Hanging on to life like a hung up coat
Wanted to aboard
Falling like falling down upon a sword

A demonic rising
Mouth whispers words so despising.
Crummy tales
Causing love to fail

HER EYES WENT DEAD IN THE WORLD BEHIND THE WALLPAPER


Can you feel it?
Inside of you
Growing
Gnawing
Wanting
Burning

Can you feel it?
Hurtling towards black light
Conquering the white
Deviating
Yielding away

Can you feel it screaming out loud?
Evil
Darkness
Pain
Everywhere
Its everywhere

Can you feel it?
Behind your eyes
Consuming
Eating away at the soul
Dont you feel it?
Inside and around
Paramount

Expanding
Winning
Does it hurt?
Do you feel……something?

GOD KILLS MORE THAN CANCER


You want to go all the way
At the cost of everything

You want to wipe it clean
Cleansing it
At the cost of everything

Patriarchs scream out loud your name
But you’re the only one to blame
Isn’t that a shame?

Sulphur up your sky
Foam coming out of the mouth of a silly dancer
God kills more than cancer

woensdag 16 maart 2011

LET’S DINE FROM EACH OTHERS MINDS


Moonshine
Sparkles of stardust covering us
Protecting us from oxidation and rust
Let’s make homage to trust
Homage to things fulfilled
Defined

Pop the cork
Emotions pour like wine
I drink from you
You drink form me
It feels fine

Stare at the stars
Stare straight into a flare
Let’s scrape away the lacquer
To see what’s underneath there
To see
An urge to reach out and touch her hull
Rationality holds me back
Trying to uphold
this homage of respect

THE FLY ON THE WALL


The wallpapers are peeling of the walls of this den
It’s smells like fungus
Piles of clothes from people long gone

A ray of light escapes through the cracked glass
Its photons hit the ground and hurl back
Dust on the mirror crowned with armatures

Creaking floor
An endless path to the door
Linen covers
Newspaper headings scream Lindberg
Another Emmet Till

Sand drifts down in the hourglass
Then comes the blast
The future will become the past
The first will come last
He becomes hast

GOODBYE ABIGIAL


We wave to the sun
while standing on a immaculate beach
While the distant light dies
We enter the state of peach

A fractal part of chaos
The tiniest bits correlate
She is the flux in my algorithm
She rattles up my binary state
She’s a delicate thing
She kisses angel wings
She undoes my eyes of sand
I feel redeemed again

We dance in gardens of trust
Yet build fences around it
Can we bleach my sky?
Make it consistence
Never again a solitary day
Will we kiss the future of just fade away?

New street pic



dinsdag 15 maart 2011

UNDER THE BLACK FLAG OF PSEUDO DEMOCRACY


Seconds away from disaster
The room is filled with laughter
The wine is poured faster
We lie to ourselves

We should swim in bleach
On a bleached beach
Playing with a bleached ball
Bleach the trees
Bleach the flowers
Bleach the fall

Even if we bleach our skin
The darkness still sets in

Television's assaulting images of necrosis
Purchase things you need as much as leprosy
It’s hard to find sincerity
Under the black flag of pseudo democracy

vrijdag 11 maart 2011

LITTLE FYNN


Son
They’re going to call you great
They’re going call you awful
Just as long as you’re sitting
on top of the world

Use the armour
I’ll forge for you
Use the cloak
I’ll sew for you
wield the hammer
I purchase for you

Son
You got to be great
You got to be awful
Just as long as you’re sitting
on top of the world

donderdag 10 maart 2011

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zondag 6 maart 2011

Piece about The Evening At Christies

www.artsy.nl

OPTIMUM DESIRES


Elsie my friend
I’m off
Yes I’ll take a cab
So I don’t have to drive
Things in my head
are vividly alive

Skimming mood indigo
Images on a spindle
The thread is long and twinning
as I try to cut loose from this struggle

Adjust the angle
Adjust the angle
So I can make it through the night

Opened eyes
A ceiling I’ve seen a million times
Awake in the wilderness
Until the morning chimes

The sludge keeps me in today
I gather all the longings I’ve strewn
Clearly an assault on what I want
And what I want
Is you

RADAR PRESENTS:

dinsdag 1 maart 2011