Fuckin'

Grumble fucking grumble.
Das ist all. (Y)
Don't worry, children. Just a few shitholes in a row, we'll be back on track soon.

Hooray

So things don't always work out quite right. And sometimes they work worse than others. And sometimes it's entirely your fault, and sometimes it's entirely someone elses. Most of the time though it's more of a situation that you really don't do anything to help.

All that is needed for evil to succeed is for good men to do nothing.
Amen.

Thom Yorke on Wind Farms:

uptightmiddleclassnimbymonkeys

Me.. i think they're beautifulx

Thom





I feckin' love this man.

xxx

When will the good times cease..?

Do you wanna know the best bit?

THOSE WERE THE BAD BITS.


THE FUTURE IS FUCKIN' GLOWING BABY :D

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Feelin' a bit pissed off

Bleh ¬¬



Currently listenin' to the acoustic version of There There.

Is something special :)



Incidentally, I may have found some of the most intellignet lyrics ever in the least likely of places:



Admit it!

Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance

And vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs

You know nothing about art or sex

That you couldn’t read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine

Prototypical non-conformist

You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store Gestapo

You adhere to a set of standards and tastes

That appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges (bullshit)

Giving a thumbs up or thumbs down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art

Go analog baby, you’re so post-modern

You’re diving face forward into a antiquated path

It’s disgusting, its offensive, don’t stick your nose up at me



Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?

Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?

Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah



You spend your time sitting in circles with your friends

Pontificating to each other

Forever competing for that one moment of self-aggrandizing glory

In which you hog the intellectual spotlight

Holding dominion over the entire shallow pointless conversation

Oh, we’re not worthy

When you walk by a group of quote-unquote normal people

You chuckle to yourself patting yourself on the back as you scoff

It's the same superiority complex

Shared by the high school jocks who made your life a living hell

And makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist dogma

You spend every moment of your waking life bitching about



Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?

Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah

And I say yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?

Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah



Cause I’m proud of my life and the things that I have done

Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become

You’re free to whine, it will not get you far

I do just fine, my car and my guitar

Proud of my life and the things that I have done

Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become



You’re free to whine, it will not get you far

I do just fine, my car and my guitar, yeah

Well let me tell you this, I am shamelessly self-involved

I spend hours in front of the mirror, making my hair elegantly disheveled

I worry about how this album will sell

Because I believe it will determine the amount of sex I will have in the future

I self medicate with drugs and alcohol to treat my extreme social anxiety



You are a faker (admit it)

You are a fraud (admit it)

Yeah, you’re living a lie (hey) living a lie (hey) you’re life is living a lie

You don’t impress me (admit it)

You don’t intimidate me (admit it)

Why don’t you bow down, get on the ground, walk this fucking plank (yeah!)



Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?

Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah

And I say yeah (what do you..)



Proud of my life and the things that I have done

Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become

You’re free to whine, it will not get you far

I do just fine, my car and my..

Guitar, guitar go!

I drift drift drift drift drift yeah

I drift drift drift drift drift oh yeah

And I am done with this

I wanna taste the breeze of every great city

My car and my guitar

My car and my guitar

So you'll come to be, made of these, urges unfulfilled



Oh no no no no no

When I'm dead I'll rest

When I'm dead I'll rest, lay still

Strange haikus on strange themes

GUITAR

Acoustic covers,

Where no acoustic was planned,

Is where it's at dawg.

******

Oh! For a twelve string!

But how to get hold of one?

Simple. Whore out friends.

******

INJOKES

Where to dump dead fish?

Well, surely into the sea?

But no! Sign says so.

******

What a bizzare dream!

We were discussing a boat,

Hilarity! Tree!

*****

'How are you?' so dull,

It's always the first thing said,

Ah! Of course! Current socks!

*****

Oriental shriek-

'One Million Dollar!' then,

Behold! Giggle fit.

*****

Oh! I like your beard,

It's reassuring yet soft,

Please don't ever shave.

*****

Thundering closer,

Look, there it is! The man van!

Huge testosterone.

*****

Now you listen here,

Heroin is just a laugh,

But don't get into spoons.

*****

I destroyed the moon!

Apocalypse ensued, yes,

But so, so worth it.

*****

There! Jacob! Quickly!

Must extend arm, point finger!

Ah.... bodysnatchers.

*****

Ah! Look! This one has,

A limited save function!

Aha, what a find.

*****

What is needed here,

Is one merged super PieMess,

What larks that would be!

******

God can't take a joke,

So much so in fact, that he,

Kills kids with she-bears.

******

Firefight! Get your guns!

But too late see we are doomed,

Uzis with live bears.

AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL

Drama! Politics!

Quick! Get the wine! Up the tree!

I'm not coming down.

******

Bangface was madness.

Sanity, serenity...

Went out the window.

*****

Walking to school - late!

When suddenly ah! A cat!

Looks like bear... pursue!

*****

Oomie was our cat.

Built like wall, monster of cat!

Got head stuck in glass.

MISC

Ah, silly haikus,

As addictive as crack and,

At least as deadly.

*****

No sleep in five days,

Becomes decidedly weird,

Not really that fun.

******

The sea... what to say?

Well it's a hellish deathtrap,

Viperfish are bad.

******

Oh god, Octopus...

Evil warped things shouldn't be!

They do NOT HAVE SOULS!

******

I really like trees.

Huge forests are amazing.

Merlin! Don't break that!

******

Radiohead win.

Seriously fucking win.

Win win win hell yeah.

*******

I have a gas mask.

It's awesome, but hard to breathe,

But is so worth it.

*******

Ack, ack! Meine augen!

Meine augen brennen! BRENNEN!

Kartoffel augen!

******

Magic mushroom tea...

Bad trip! Hide under duvet!

Oh no! Duvet bad!

*******

Breakcore! The only style,

In which can be found the proof,

That there is no God.

*******

Potatoes are nice,

But when they are all that you eat,

You fucking hate them

*******

Sleepy... sneak to bed,

Leave friends to entertain selves,

Sleep... but then BEDTRIS!

*******

Quiet, calm, still morning.

Crisp, cool breeze.... tranquility.

And then TARRASQUE!

*******

Plans! Plans to meet friends!

Ack! Arbitrary parents!

Bollocks. What a douche.

********

I miss my old hat!

Saturday by name... stolen!

Never retrieved! Gone! :(

*********

There is no such thing,

As problems that can't be helped,

By a cup of tea :)

*********

I got turned into,

A lizard... it was quite strange,

Then I wrote a song.

*********

Nicknames are funny.

Some people call me Kiepie,

Better than 'Wookie'.

My hangover haikus

I feel like a pig,

Has shat in my head today,

Should not drink so much.

******

I hope at least that,

Last night was worth hangover,

Oh! Can't remember.

******

Red wine and some beer,

Sleep deprivation as well,

This is fucking rough.

******

Ow ow ow ow ow,

Ow ow ow ow ow ow fuck,

I hate everything.

*******

Ah! A hangover!

This is a nasty one too!

Where is your God now?

*******

I should stop this now,

Everyone must know by now,

But fuck me this sucks.

********

Ug uh glu uh blurgh,

I think my liver hates me,

Gurgle gurgle choke.

********

My insides are dead,

Probably changed colour too,

To pestilent green.

*********

Newsflash! Shocking news!

I think I've broken myself,

But we all knew this.

**********

It feels kind of like,

I fucked my organs with fire,

Then punched them. With fire.