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Peccatum Nostrum: April 2013
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Friday, April 26, 2013. In my present times I stopped searching for rhymes,. 8216;Cause The Spirit was lost in the lugubrious long winter nights. When the flesh was wrapped in rugs until blood gushed. And sprinkled my glasses while I was running through a red dotted cloud,. All humanity flushed in front of my eyes and away with it, my convulsive mind. Was put to rest by the robot in disguise, no end flame only showery blames. Washed bits of sin, demons remain with grins on rotten faces! I take the blame.
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Peccatum Nostrum: exist for
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Friday, August 23, 2013. The one who seeks happiness will. Only find illusions of well. Usually painted to feel. A common sense for. Standing in lines for what is real. In others' perceptions as if. Your own exists as an exception. To the common riff. And if you argue time. Your body to climb. And call off the search. The emphatic industries provide. There is a clause. Behind the laughs and fortune kit. As money pays worldwide. For one’s life permit. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Peccatum Nostrum: July 2012
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Friday, July 27, 2012. Dirty fancy clothes cover the body of Matilda. She is in her early 20’s. Deceptions dragged her in the bar for more than one night out with the girls. She kept mixing, experimenting, dreaming about another life. It is hard to keep her head up with all that money. All that drinking melts her thoughts into a pot of shattered dreams. Her. Shrunken lips touch the cold beer can for another dose of substance. Her red hair interfuses with the reddish. Good-hearted man. My flesh burns ...
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Peccatum Nostrum: August 2012
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Tuesday, August 21, 2012. I roam around reality. 8230;and after all, why should we dream in this dreamless world? White walls wait in vain a paintbrush, a hand with sand,. Shattered glass canned in bodies, familiar faces hold deep scars past recognition. In faded paintings of the past, kept for unknown reasons in lugubrious feelings. And it all comes down to this. I light my spirit with a handmade satisfaction,. I rub my brain off on sleepless nights with friends like Johnny and Jack,. I hide myself in r...
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Peccatum Nostrum: monkey times
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Wednesday, May 8, 2013. The hungry time bites on reality. With angry minutes devouring life. And hour drops of metal hit the ear. The sound of rolling coins. Melt in the far away. Cigarette smoke makes it clear. And the banjo plays for a blossom May;. The drums announce an ancient rite. There’s no trust among those in the animal kingdom. A troubled life, fear glued to its master. In the northern morning chill when the guitar falls asleep. And the beer is stale, thrown out of the bar. A chest full of sins.
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Peccatum Nostrum: February 2013
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Thursday, February 28, 2013. From one to another. Invoked the new year from a mountain of months. Climbed some high fences and jumped over summer hits. Only to find blocked paths and bits of sun on a rainy day. Engaged in this dry run without the real play,. There’s no joy in the backup division of space. No trace will be left on the nice shinny floor. No more rum, no dust left to ignore, no exit door. Just this rotten perception of well in a gray colored shell. Which dwell in cotton covered decisions.
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Peccatum Nostrum: December 2012
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Monday, December 24, 2012. It all goes and flows. A never-ending metaphor some say. A rush of understanding. That some, just overlook. In a customize society of unnamed products. Just a logo or a slogan. Perceptions of the masses, anyhow. The bored guys drop it hard. 8216;Cause they wanna be the bard for a damsel in distress. A bunch of poets in disaster, the cold winter’s unknown feelings. Breathing behind your back with a lack of perspective. They wanna live, they say and stray along. With all your crap.
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Peccatum Nostrum: October 2012
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Sunday, October 28, 2012. I defecate my feelings, for my stomach hurts every time I fall in love. Moments collapse under the weight of demands. A change of style, a change in time, one-night stands. Skinny hands emerged from empty bottles. Boxing gloves jerking off my thoughts. I spread my ideas all around your beds. Emphasized existence through dandy events. Cemented hearts, fortified souls. No way in, keep the search alive;. A struggle to puke away into the night. A compelling speech I might say. We fe...
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Peccatum Nostrum: August 2013
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Friday, August 23, 2013. The one who seeks happiness will. Only find illusions of well. Usually painted to feel. A common sense for. Standing in lines for what is real. In others' perceptions as if. Your own exists as an exception. To the common riff. And if you argue time. Your body to climb. And call off the search. The emphatic industries provide. There is a clause. Behind the laughs and fortune kit. As money pays worldwide. For one’s life permit. Links to this post. Tuesday, August 20, 2013. To the s...
