steady diet of nothing

eternal life

steadydietofnothing — Tue, 03 Mar 2009 08:31:27 +0000

Eternal Life is now on my trail
Got my red glitter coffin, man, just need one last nail
While all these ugly gentlemen play out their foolish games
There’s a flaming red horizon that screams our names

And as your fantasies are broken in two
Did you really think this bloody road would
Pave the way for you?
You better turn around
and blow your kiss hello to life eternal, angel

Racist everyman, what have you done?
Man, you’ve made a killer of your unborn son…
Crown my fear your king at the point of a gun
All I want to do is love everyone…

And as your fantasies are broken in two
Did you really think this bloody road would
Pave the way for you?
You better turn around
and blow your kiss hello to life eternal….

There’s no time for hatred, only questions
What is love?
Where is happiness?
What is Life?
Where is peace?
When will I find the strength to bring me release?

And tell me where is the love in what your prophet has said?
Man, It sounds to me just like a prison for the walking dead
And I’ve got a message for you and your twisted hell
You better turn around and blow your kiss goodbye
to life eternal angel…

burn to shine

steadydietofnothing — Fri, 06 Feb 2009 11:17:52 +0000

this place is on a mission

steadydietofnothing — Sun, 01 Feb 2009 11:47:05 +0000

steadydietofnothing — Fri, 30 Jan 2009 13:07:19 +0000

The truth is that I’m a bad person, but that’s going to change, I’m going to change. This is the last of this sort of thing. I’m cleaning up and I’m moving on, going straight and choosing life. I’m looking forward to it already. I’m going to be just like you: the job, the family, the fucking big television, the washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electrical tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisurewear, luggage, three-piece suite, DIY, game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, nine to five, good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing the gutters, getting by, looking ahead, to the day you die.

la blogotheque

steadydietofnothing — Tue, 27 Jan 2009 00:56:36 +0000

the sun smells too loud

steadydietofnothing — Thu, 22 Jan 2009 11:14:03 +0000

“calma… é o despertador”

steadydietofnothing — Wed, 21 Jan 2009 10:56:22 +0000

loop anyone?

steadydietofnothing — Tue, 20 Jan 2009 18:31:14 +0000

new dawn fades

steadydietofnothing — Sun, 18 Jan 2009 15:42:44 +0000

i found my way home

steadydietofnothing — Sun, 18 Jan 2009 07:11:55 +0000