| oh shit...the ship is sinking!! |
[Jul. 8th, 2007|07:28 am] |
| [ | dockside |
| | bermuda triangle | ] |
| [ | ebb/flood |
| |  haunted inside | ] |
| [ | screams |
| | zomibies and some grrrrrrrssshhhh | ] |
sailors... all of you... hurry... pull dont the big sail, yarely! the storm is going to drag us down...
we will survive...
love,
your captn. |
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| the ecdysis / when your skin starts to crinkle |
[Apr. 2nd, 2006|01:36 pm] |
| [ | dockside |
| | berlin | ] |
| [ | ebb/flood |
| |  tired | ] |
| [ | screams |
| | selfish cunt - authority confrontation | ] |
its time for a new mess of words.
i think its the first time i really write down one of my dreams. i do not really dream that often in a way i can notice or remember it..but when i do then really nuts and creepy shit was going on.
the following dream i tell happened today..and to say one thing..most of my dreams are like that..and i really could make films or novels out of them. the weird thing is that i am always involved in what happens but i never get hurt or anything..either way i am acting in there or i am just a viewer of the situation. but its mostly a mess of red red blood and disgusting shit and murders going around.
i sat down at some seat in the train... beside me sat some girl pregnant in about 8th or 9th month... i was looking out of the window waiting for our station to get off... no talking at all in our cabin... it was a weird and moody temper in there..and it all seemed like the well known "quiet before the storm".
then..finally..our station. we got off and where walking away from the platform.. it was summer so the girl i was on my way with wore a very sweet ocher-white linen frock..it was gathered between her bosom and her spherodial waist.
it was already dark outside and we had to walk into the forested area where i didnt have a positive feeling about. on the way this girl met some guy she seemed to know.. he had to go the same direction so he joined...he offered to give us a ride to where we need to go. we agreed and went to some small parking lot with maybe only three cars standing there..inside the forest close to that trainstation we came from.
we already hit the car..he was looking for his keys..and suddenly when he found them and about to open the auto, two guys, out of the dark, jumped on him! they were holding him tight...abrupt one of the two pulled a cane..and with all power he had he drove in the cane in our drivers of screaming opened mouth..and landed through at some tree... from now on our driver werent able to run away or to fend...he was stuck on the tree..the pain was so horrible he was screaming to death while all the blood poured out of his mouth...
the two guys where beating him..were laughing..and they didnt even care about us... i was frightened and full of angst..my limbs were paralyzed..how could i ever help or run away? how could i ever protect me or this pregnant girl? i werent even able to think..
the guy who was laughing while his partner were hitting this cane into our driver pulled another cosh and drove it into his victims stomach... our driver were screaming so bad that i wonder how he did survive all that!
for those two guys it wasnt terrible enough........
so they slowly started to strip off their victims skin...
you saw how, because of that, our driver slowly got off of the tree..but cuz of the pain he was paralyzed too and he werent even able to move his arms or head or whatever.. he was just standing there...screaming...his tears and blood were to admix.
then they almost removed his whole skin....the coshs were stuck in his body still... then they reached the final part of the body to remove his skin from...his last finger......and all i saw was how they slowly (it was like slow motion) pulled off his skin... it looked like if you pull the last part of some rubber glove off your last finger. it looked horrid..in the guys hands his skin..like a coat.
they ran away.
i just started to be able to think again..the first thing i thought "oh shit..what about the girl and his baby!?"...i was scared she would loose it. all that could've been too much for her that she would loose it. as we saw our driver standing there..his arms hanging down..his head leant..crying..still breathing..not able to do anything else...the girl fell to the ground.
then i woke up.
it was the worst ive ever seen in my life.... i almost have to vomit when i think about it..as i have still the disgusting pictures infront of my eyes.
it was so real..i am not even sure if this was just a dream or reality. sometimes i wonder if people need to go to therapy because of the worst dreams you can think about. but now i know where the genius brains of horrormovies or horrorbooks like david lynch or whatever got their inspirations from.
sleep well.
/sophia |
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| chopchop |
[Oct. 8th, 2005|01:03 am] |
i am in london now!
and i am sick..bronchitis vs fever vs antibiotics..
shit man.
/sophia scalpel |
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| ej vad fan! |
[Sep. 26th, 2005|12:43 am] |
| [ | ebb/flood |
| |  hyper | ] |
| [ | screams |
| | smk - his morning promenade | ] |
hello, i'm mister blanks.
my wife is mrs. blanks.
my wife is a woman...
she's still quite young..
- she's only eight!
EJ VAD FAN!!
supertürk!
everything allright fellas?
i am back.. i think i shouldnt neglect my fucking lj that much.
/scalpel |
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| monk |
[Jul. 26th, 2005|11:10 pm] |
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verdammtes zweisprachiges arschloch! |
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| ik libbe jojo |
[Jun. 24th, 2005|09:14 am] |
| [ | ebb/flood |
| |  amused but fuckin fucked up | ] |
| [ | screams |
| | waschmaschine | ] |
GO! REVOLUTION GO! |
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| FUCK THE SEA!! |
[Jun. 16th, 2005|06:33 pm] |
| [ | ebb/flood |
| |  hungry and in lalalove! | ] |
| [ | screams |
| | that fuckin bitch on fuckin mtv-popshit | ] |
YEAH!
YEEEAAHHH!!
YEEEEAAAHHHHHHHH!!!
FUCK!! FUCK THE FUCKIN FUCK!
GREAT!! YEAH YEAH!
FUCK YEAH!
SO FUCKIN YEAH!!
GFUGRHGUGUFGUHSGFUSDIGFUISBGUK!!!
my words for the today!
lalalove lalalove uh huh!
ps. eminem stinks... i think he did what michael jackson was expected to.
i am so fookin sure! you cant believe how sure i am!
anyone knows a sponsor for my tickets to san diego???
or i will rob a bank.. its your turn to redeem me!
hah! |
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| "speer und er" |
[May. 26th, 2005|03:45 pm] |
| [ | ebb/flood |
| |  loved, teenager-ish, silly | ] |
fukkthefukkinfukk!
i go cräzy.
i´ve been called maja.
i am a teenager again.
i draw hearts around his name.
my heart fell in love.
and my soul anyway.
he´s the reason for my new name.
thank you god.
/spicer |
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| ahoi sagt cäptn. |
[May. 21st, 2005|05:35 pm] |
| [ | ebb/flood |
| |  bitchy | ] |
have you ever seen a fuckin private photographer???
did you ever had one??
you wanna see one?
so.. erm, then ..take a fuckin look!
i know, we know...you all will be foockin jealous!
i fucked him in the ass.. last night..
once.
then twice..
and this fuckin bastard never stopped to be pink.
hah! analysis?
/spicer |
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| brinn hjärtat brinn.. jag vet att du kan förändra allting! nej. |
[May. 18th, 2005|09:57 pm] |
| [ | ebb/flood |
| | sad | ] |
| [ | screams |
| | jonny kock - otryggnaden | ] |
i hate your ignorance
it´s cutting my skin
so it feels
and so i switch the blade
to get deeper
to get closer
to you?
no, that´s shit
it makes no sense
it never made any fookin sense
so where we are?
on the same point we were before?
what point were before?
nothing
yes
so i´m running
running away
from you
/spicer |
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| i was once a boy till i cut my penis off! |
[May. 17th, 2005|09:29 am] |
| [ | ebb/flood |
| | groggy | ] |
ich muss überall dran rumklettern und mich ranhängen.
aber eigentlich fühlt es sich eher so an, als würde ich immer und überall kleben bleiben.
ehrlich!
/spicer |
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| (//-.-) |
[May. 14th, 2005|11:05 pm] |
| [ | ebb/flood |
| | bitchy | ] |
| [ | screams |
| | kuba, seppo, olli, arne, juli talking. | ] |
new york cutted my hair |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 10th, 2005|06:27 pm] |
eine büroklammer in meiner linken, irgendwas anderes in der anderen hand. das in der rechten hand wandert in den müll. somit kann ich nun endlich zur sache kommen. ich biege die büroklammer auf und forme an ihrem ende einen bogen. ein relativ kleiner bogen sollte ausreichen. ich werde nervös, schwitze, bin in meinem element. ich mache das ja nicht zum ersten mal. also routiniert schwenkt mein blick schweigend den straßenverlauf ab. da ist niemand. vermutlcih liegt es am formel 1-qualifying oder an der sonne, die nicht nachgibt. ich bewgen mich richtung telefonzelle. als ich den türgriff schon anvisiert hatte, kommt ein bus. ich schrecke zurück und springe hinter dieses verkackte bushaltestellenhäuschen, in welchem es immer noch nach pisse riecht. dabei ist das schon drei tage her. danke meines gestörten temperaturempfindens schützt mich meine jeans vor den dornenbüschen. ich wage mich einige minuten später wieder zurück an den ort des verbrechens. wer bloß ausgestiegen sein mag?! ich suche die gegend mit blinzelnden augen ab und werde nicht fündig. verdammt! mir egal, weil ich wieder schwitze und nervös werde. jetzt bin ich schon in der telefonzelle, schaue mich ein letztes mal um und stochere dann auf meine grobmotorische art in dem geldschlitz nach einem 1-mark-stück, welches mir ins netz gegangen zu sein scheint. trotz meines ungeschicks gelingt es mir relativ schnell, meine beute in meine ausgebeulte tasche verschwinden zu lassen. und erst jetzt bemerke ich das ausmaß meines fangs. da hängt noch ein 2-mark-stück drin. adrenalin schießt durch meinen körper und prügelt sich mit der katze, die mich ungläubig durch die plexiglasscheibe dieser zelle angafft! ein tritt gegen die metallwand genügt und sie flüchtet vor mir. auch das 2-mark-stück lässt sich erschreckend schnell aus meinem netz, einem gefalteten stück papier und einem halben gekauten kaugummi, entfernen. ein befreiendes hochgefühl beschleicht mich. es wächst an und erreicht seinen höhepunkt, als ich die türe zur bäckerei öffne. hier stehe ich nun. mit 3 dm. mit meiner ausgebeulten jeans und zu langen fingernägeln. ich kaufe mich durch´s gesamte süßwaren-sortiment. angefangen bei teufelchen bis hin zu schlümpfen und grünen fröschen. die roten mag ich nicht, die sind zu süß. aber die krönung sind diese neuen blauen haie, weil sie sich nicht so derbe an den zähnen kleben und meine frischen füllungen ziehen könnten. manchmal, je nach umfang meiner beute, belasse ich es nicht nur bei süßkram, sondern gönne mir darüber hinaus noch fußballsammelbilder. das aber nur so am rande. mit einer sauerschlange aus dem mundwinkel hängend verlasse ich den laden in richtung brennesselweg. wie gut, dass ich bei dem wetter nicht schwitze und die brennesseln plattmachen kann. beim überqueren der hauptstraße in richtung telefonzelle stolpere ich über die ausgetretenen gedärme einer katze. jetzt muss ich erst einmal meine schuhe im nahegelegenen bach waschen, bevor ich mich wieder auf die lauer lege.
/deekelsen |
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[May. 1st, 2005|10:05 pm] |
| [ | ebb/flood |
| | hungry | ] |
-"ich denke es war keine so gute idee das eingelegte fleisch nachbars katze vorzuwerfen..."
-"huh?..wieso? blos weil es keine pute war?"
-"nein..."
-"ja sag, warum?.."
-"hmm... nein, ich bin still."
-"passt dir wieder irgendwas nicht?... du hast wohl hunger."
-"nein, nicht mehr........."
-"..." (schweigt verwirrt)
-"ich habe heut 2 malzeiten hinter mir......das fleisch war nicht ganz gar, aber okey......"
-"erm.."
/spicer |
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| hagbard celine on tour |
[Apr. 23rd, 2005|12:57 pm] |
| [ | ebb/flood |
| |  thirsty..holy shit, wanna bee | ] |
| [ | screams |
| | the bravery - no ring on these fingers | ] |
yeah...first fuckin entry... no sense, no meaning...
just wanna fuckin check out how the shit looks...
eep..
ew...it smells in here...
/spicer |
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