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- Entry for August 05, 2006
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Blue Monday Lyrics
how does it feel to treat me like you do?
when you've laid your hands upon me
and told me who you are
I thought I was mistaken
I thought I heard your words
tell me, how do I feel
tell me now, how do I feel
(heavy)
how does it feel,how should i feel?
tell me how does it feel?
to treat me like you do
those who came before me
lived through their vocations
from the past until completion
they'll turn away no more
and I still find it so hard
to say what I need to say
but I'm quite sure that you'll tell me
just how I should feel today
(beats.. then begins again)
I see a ship in the harbor
I can and shall obey
but if it wasn't for your misfortunes
I'd be a heavenly person today
and I thought I was mistaken
and I thought I heard you speak
tell me how do I feel
tell me now, how should I feel
now I stand here waiting...
I thought I told you to leave me
while I walked down to the beach
tell me how does it feel
when your heart grows cold
How does it feel? How should i feel?
Tell me how does it feel?
to treat me like you do?
repeat and fades outSaturday August 5, 2006 - 12:41am (EEST) Permanent Link - Razorblade Poet
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Razorblade Poet July 31, 2006, 06:05:pm
I own a razorblade just look at it go
a soul trapped within it's prison,agony to show
for i don't hear voices,no it's nothing like that
but it pulls at me never giving me much needed slack
this razorblade makes crimson paths of whats bothering me
cause that imprisoned soul wants out ,of life so make belief
it stops me from hearing what it is that creates a suicide
and taking pills only sleeps the prison i am so trapped inside
wouldn't you know it my mother cut with joy before i was made
but now her soul is free cause she thought ofa better way
but i cannot follow that for i am either strong or scared
i already tried a lot,but that is something never shared
so is it a curse or is it my gift my razor could save for a while
knowing one day this fleshy prison,will only be ashes in a pile
instead of a temple my body is a prison,in hate i cut it away
and you know it just doesn't matter what the living could say.
i know there are others that have a shiny friend like mine
and their souls do what only one answer could seem so fine
some have already accepted it while others sit and ask why
but if you just let it go and believe,then maybe wait till you die
i start to think a special friend,my razor shouldn'tbe
but then my soul cries out as i cut words so it can only be free
these words i chose do not come from any other place
for if it came from my heart,i'd have cut away my face
so i taught myself with help to cut for a special reason
and cradle my soul until that time when death is in season
i might still regret it i might still want to die too soon
but that's why i go out at night and kiss the fucking moonFrostbitten2death
Tuesday August 1, 2006 - 01:08am (EEST) Permanent Link - So HATE ME, This is to My Tawnee who I love so very much!
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Artist: Blue october Song: Hate Me Album:
i have to block out thoughts of you so i don’t lose my head
they crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed
dropping little reels of tape to remind me that i’m alone
playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home
there's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain
an ounce of peace is all i want for you. will you never call again?
and will you never say that you love me just to put it in my face?
and will you never try to reach me?
it is i that wanted space
hate me today
hate me tomorrow
hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you
i’m sober now for 3 whole months it’s one accomplishment that you helped me with
the one thing that always tore us apart is the one thing i won’t touch again
in a sick way i want to thank you for holding my head up late at night
while i was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight
you never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicidal hate
you made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take
so i’ll drive so fucking far away that i never cross your mind
and do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind
hate me today
hate me tomorrow
hate me for all the things i didn’t do for you
hate me in ways
yeah ways hard to swallow
hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you
and with a sad heart i say bye to you and wave
kicking shadows on the street for every mistake that i had made
and like a baby boy i never was a man
until i saw your blue eyes crying and i held your face in my hand
and then i fell down yelling “make it go away!”
just make a smile come back and shine just like it used to be
and then she whispered “how can you do this to me?”
hate me today
hate me tomorrow
hate me for all the things i didn’t do for you
hate me in ways
yeah ways hard to swallow
hate me so you can finally see what’s good for youI love you Tawnee,and thanks for combining my Hatred With Yours....together we can Destroy our pain,together we can lay waste to Life as it stands.
Because Tawnee understands who I am,and is not self Centered and Loves To Cuddle,and kiss in the rain. My special Dark and Deadly,the one who showed me I don't have a heart anymore and who,took my soul for safe keeping.And she'ds not a raging alcoholic,andstands one her own two feet,un-needing of any support other than love. WOULD SHE WRECK MY LIFE? oF COURSE NOT,I HAVE NO HEART TO BREAK REMEMBER. SOMEONE ELSE HAD IT AND STAPLED IT UPON THE LOSERS RACK THAT SHE SO ENJOYS MASTURBATING TO.
Thursday July 13, 2006 - 12:37am (EEST) Permanent Link | 1 Comment - My dearest Dark and Deadly
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Angry Johnny
(Lyrics & Music: Poe and RJ Rice - 1995)
Johnny
Angry Johnny
This is, Jezebel in hell
I wanna kill you
I wanna blow you; away
I can do it to you gently
I can do it with an animal's grace
I can do it with precision
I can do it with gourmet taste
But either way
Either
Oh, either way
I wanna kill you
I wanna blow you; away
I can do it to your mind
I can do it to your face
I can do it with integrity
I can do it with disgrace
But either way
Either
Oh, either way
I wanna kill you
I wanna blow you; away
I can do it in a church
I can do it any time or place
I can do it like an angel
to quiet down your rage
But either way
Either
Oh, either way
I wanna kill you
I wanna blow you; away
I can do it in the water
I can do it on dry land
I can do it with instruments
I can do it with my own bare hands
But either way
You know where it stands
I wanna kill you
I wanna blow you; away
Where did your pleasure go
When the pain came through you
Where did your happiness go
This force is running you down now
Getting you down now
Where is your pleasure now johnny
Where has your pleasure gone
Now
Angry Jonny-Me of course,and Jezebel-My beautiful DARK and Deadly Dearest 666-destroy me my wicked evil beauty. And no one shall find you and talk shit about us.
Wednesday July 12, 2006 - 02:25am (EEST) Permanent Link - To you shall this pass from one heartache to another! Payment for your treachery
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May the snails devour Her corpse And the rains do harm worse May the devil sweep the hairy creature soon!She's as greedy as a sow As the crows behind the plough- The black man from the mountain,Shauneen Roo
May your hens take the disorder(the fowl-pest),your cows the crippen(phosphorosis) and your calves the white scour! May yourself go stone-blind so that you will not know your husband from a hay-stack!
May the seven terriers of hell sit on the spool of your breast and bark in at your soul-case
Woe to you you dirty wretch You've filthied me!
A red nail on the tongue that said it
By my tongue may it get you
The treatment of the boiled broken little fish to you
The Roasting of the salmon to the very end on you
May you be broken over the masons cliff
Six horse-loads of graveyard clay on top of you
You will be defeated in every engagement you take part in and in every assembly you attend you will be spat on and reviled.
My curse on you and heartbreakers all, and may it never be without a fool
May she always be flying and straying naked through the world until death at spear-point takes her.My curse ever upon Angelica and my blessing on brokenhearted all
I pray the powerful Creator that you may go as high as the shaft of the missile and in the clouds of heaven as any bird and may the death you gave my heart-death at spear point-come also on you.
...the world will see that they won't have a days luck and will disappear like the froth of the river...
You will go and live always in that place where the fishes and sprats live!
He won't be here any other time I'll call!
Evil,death short life to Angelica
May spears of battle destroy Angelica
May Angelica perish!May Angelica pay
May it reach Angelica Under rocks and mounds may Angelica be
May hound-wounding,heart-ache and vultures gouging her eyes
Derangement and madness on her mind come soon
May the entrails and mansion of pleasure out of this worm fall out
But may she still be alive till everyones sick at the sight
Rain and fire ill wind and snow and hard-frost follow her
May Satan chase her into the harbors of netherworld down. Nine time sicker than the Ulstermen's illness let her be. May this insect get an illness that Hippocrates Cannot cure
The Boss of the ship underneath and the rest of the people being saved.
May the curse of curses in sorrow prostrate you now!
Scorn disgrace malediction by churches and bells
Your old frame dead and lifeless with never a stir. With none to wake your corpse your limbs without a shroud!
A stiff hanging hasty suitable rope round the thin throttle of this thieving villain Torturing and hanging and shaking and trembling on a rope (like my deceased mother)
Since you stole the sheep,you lying spoiler into hell I wish you to be tormented- In the depths of the whirlpool with Oscar blowing And twenty-one demons each tearing you asunder
I Call on you o stone To keep Breed below She kept us short of drink And on our house brought shame And since,o Breed, you're buried now Eternal thirst to you and drought
May Fire and brimstone never fail to fall in showers on Angelica May all the Thieving fiends assail the thieving town of Angelica
May beef or lamb or veal be never seen in Texas
My curse attend Angelica Rios Her boats her borough and her fish.May every woe that mars man come dancing down upon her dish.For all the thieves behind you From Slaneyu's banks to Shannon side are poor scholars mind you to the rogues you'd meet in Hell
harm and death to you swarthy Angelica.In the middle of the field may your horse kill you Because of what was small and worthless A pair of guns though o'er a fence thrown.
The devil sweep her
The devil swallow her sideways
Your soul to the devil!
May the devil make a fool of you
I give you to the devil
May the devil cut the head off you and make a days work of your neck
May the devil tear you
May old Angelica run away with him
Go to the dickens
May the devil damm you to the stone of dirges or to the well of ashes seven miles below hell and may the devil break your bones. And all my calamity and harm and misfortune for eternity on you
In hell may you be because of your sins (liar cheater,uncaring,slut)
May the devil have your soul under guard there .For you treacherously swore that the head of the croppies was power whom you couldn't disparage
To hell with her
Hell roast her
May the devil roast the angelicness off Her
And the day will come when hell be cold and dumb and roast for eternity
May the devil take her by the heels and shake her.
Bad luck on her
Bad cess to her
Confusion on the money
The anguished bankruptcy of the year to you
May it do her no good only sorrow
May she never have a days luck
No butter be on your milk nor on your ducks a web.May your child run from you and your cow be flayed. And may the flame be bigger and wider which will go through your soul than the Connemara mountains if they were on fire
May god weaken you
May your choking come on you
May a stich or convulsion strike you
May you be mangled
A poisonous pain in you
Death and smothering on you
Dysentery on you
The sea cat and death-strangling to her
The death of the kittens to you
May she die wailing
May she fester in her grave
I loathe and detest the miserable bitch...
A death without a priest to her in a town without a clergyman.
May you not see the cuckoo nor the corncrake
My curse on you and ruin to you you lying thieving slut.
Let it not be long till you die despite the son of god.
The fate of Ned's cock to you
The curse of her weapons upon her
The curse of the wretched and the strong on the one who gave Tattheration to her for a mule
Pursuing to them
I pray for sorrow on her soul
The curse of Jesus on you
May the cats eat the women.
A fox on you fishing hook
The curse of the crows on you
The curse of Cromwell on you
May you be afflicted with the itch and have no nails to scratch with!
A mountain landslide down upon you
Whoever put me into impotent grief And took my white tom-cat in secret from me.May the mice come in waves as her company and the rats from the kiln give her the pursuit
The curse of widows and orphans on you
A high windy gallows to her
May you garner under Oscar's Flail
A red stone in your throat
May she melt away like the froth of the river Fishes hate
Horo O minister who gave me two pence
After keening you infant
May her death come on the rest of them down to the very last one
Oh Angelica Marie Rios may harm overtake you
A child be within you for ever unborn
Or if be born may she not be like a Christian.A pigs snout on her and the mouth of a sheep.A beak of a duck that could dredge in the sludge. Lest she be a hangman that would hang the people.
May every day of it be wet for ye.
O Jesus dear God and Father of the Lamb. Who sees us in fetters and in bondage so hard. As you made us Christians between Friday and Monday Protect us and banish this scum from us..
I bind you by grave injunctions of magic from the river,back to the river, may you fall in a nettle patch,may savage dogs eat you one foot on a mountain.
May you have no good luck and I recant the curse (Angelica Marie Rios) and so it is done!!
By Anti -Angel & Dark & Deadly for Darkest Darling....the curse it shall redeem thee of such pitifull entities still alive amongst all! this is a copy paste from my beautiful Satanic cult friends in my favorite site in all the world.
Saturday July 8, 2006 - 01:19am (EEST) Permanent Link
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- She's a fuckin asshole
- Lisa. This type,I would Kill Everyone For.
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