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Kaukana koti sydämeni, missä lienetkään nyt taas

Satiinilakanat liekkeihin loihdit, anteeksipyyntöä kuullut en

Kirjeetkin hiileksi taisi päätyä, takkapesästä maailmalle lentää

Niin kuin lämmin katseesikin katosi ja unohtui

jääksi muuttui, hymyt murheeksi osottautui, ilon murhaksi muutimme

Vain jääkatseemme seuranamme, mitättömää maailmaa todistaen, itseämme kuristaen

Nauramme vain kun itkeä pitäisi

Kyyneleet kuitenkin luovat puron, murhaamiemme uhrien vereen värjätyn

Olisimme pian jo kotona, jos hukkumistamme pelkäisi emme

Yhdessä lautan muureista rakentaisimme, haamujen läpi tanssisimme

Ymmärryksen & nöyryyden kyyneleet aseinamme, jäitä edestämme rikkoen

Rakkauden täyttämillä purjeilla, valonnopeudella voisimme jo edetä.

Extrapyramidal Symptons

The wintersun raised her deadcalm hands, made from dried summersun tears and whispered
one sentence around to the old soulless fucking whore trees like a raging hurrigane; Come Rome Come, Cum War Cum, Cum Cut Cum, again n' again, We thought Mother north liked s/m/snuff little too much, oh those almost palewhite roots lying down on the ground like the raped soldiers, you remember, that river we made from blood and bones, don't you, ah... what a shame, all those glitter skulls and crowned boner clowns.
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...Did you hear back then, that little too much strung-out sentence? Some kind of loud narcissist sentence were whispered through of those half dead shivering leafs, those badly cutted and brutally crucified into their standing crackling beton ground, oh oh la, poor little lefteyed leafs, they used to turn into black pearls... What an exciting magic there's.

I felt at the same time, i'd better put on my swing and fly shoes and ride on a little bit on top of this horrible rapelike melody, oh that, horrible way how those enticicing-growned backward-born-rainbows were fiddling to me... if I won't do the dance, they will capture my merry go around, the bronze Thor hammer and my slimy candy crown. After all She or Me, I love 'the she', How She, settled the whole earth sounds all in sync, those rectum coloured beautifull roses send one rhyme, one, two, Kick, one, two, Bong, and the rotten corpses cores gave them that little extra shit of that shhz shhzz shhzzh, like that 87-years old jazzdrummer in middle of The old dog's smokey's club,
you know the one they painted inside the mötley crue's mask - The Asulym,
they have the best yams, I've heard.

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Well, happily the Motörhead's Lemmy the highest Priestess didn't clouded all the shining pretty sunflowers, Afterall, we can't remove all of those dark and green, psychedelical quantum, summer 60's power-hits, for 'the dirty home, dirty dishes mommys' from the strands of neurons of karma-hypoegoism-punishment obstacles, well if the puzzzle is too restlesssZzz Zzz. Without the whip of rum, there's no order, She shred tears so loud that they spoke to me these strange things - I was just the Space Ship of intaking messages.

The sky moved a little bit, I saw how my mind was liquefyid under the horizont's too low-skirt, started to rain those 'Wendy O. Williams'-shut your mouth!' washing balls, full of C-casettes-The Rolling Stones- Rolling Cunts, every difference shapes, lines, lion kings, mother theresa's, maria magdalena's, it was kind of awesome in a way,
some way, middle of a way, under the yardway, top of the wayward, downward, updown up, sideway up.
Side by side there were sky full of these latexhorsemen with the coolest Thor-cowboy boots, sucking Thors Eden's TM. red apple juice from poor Thors assdrilled-spilled bullseye(s!), rumoured it'd been really the one - the real holy Grail's chalice and Zeus just made fun when he created that little asswipe alias Popeye because of his, this overgrown fallossymbolsyndrome - And the man made picture of their penises when he created under Zeus's godness goodness headcrushing, megamutilated pseudopenises, pierced with nuns anal-coitus-bars. We were happy that the babyboy Thor was stoned for life - Zeus -
When (t)He Man - Zeus
created Thors asshole in the very begin of time, it was the first ass-sex-boom ever - Even Aphrodite's envy was overwhelmed because of - Thors virgin little cherry candycane asshole (at least it Was as pretty as a little wildrose in middle of the sunflower meadow, between hugging moon and The sun)...

Thor's capturerres were very demanding... I had to take a look every sixsexsick second to the sky, the yellow one, the black one, the flowing one, the following one, the bossanova sunglasses at night dancing onetwothree GO! and the dressed in black on red, The night was always late afternoon, the dinner was always just one sadfaced bubble cum, we drank and drank, then chew a another, oh, my intuition almost murdered me, I knew I had to let out just The ONE really right really happy tear on to my cheekbones to escape from this madness of my own mind. I just hope there's always the summersun's smiley's, even if my eyes can't see it. even if I can't feel it.

I've always seen and felt the Sun better in every shadow I've been passing by. People and things in the sun reflects themselfe not the sun itself, people polluted even the sunlight, so my deepest selection is the shadows, it won't hurt you so much. In the winter, it doesn't matter, winter means to the King's that it's time to go, undress and start traveling to the nearest winterriver, kneel down, say you're humble, masturbate the last time with the sharpest stone in that river. let the blood take you back to your mother home, I've dreamed of my own world of army of shadows. I know how to paint skeletors, my closest friends and how to point your fingers to others like the way that people won't come back to me and poison my darkest shadows and, nothing else matters, except, how flooded are their letters behind their back and send them under my knees to my spine. I've always said that throwing a topaccopack on to the ground,
to the side of trashcan isn't nothing, our-people words polluting, every inch of, this beautifully perverted world. I hate myself loving it so much...

--Dance and think like your hips would collapse in
if you don't dance from your purest heart.
music hits straight to your soul, no bullshit between,
just those strands of happiness to climb on,
they'll speak that language what counts, the one that really counts,
imagine yourself under the sky, that all, everything you see above us is love,
nothing but the purest love.
So my choice of music was always awesome but as always,
awesome people aren't always so cool from deep inside of themself.

-Let the butterfly come to you
...and let go.

Butterfly just wants to come
...not to stay.

Pure Freedom has been illusionized by us and
Pure Love has been corruptionized by us.--

--To start to dance
There's no need to sense
Don't you even try to sense
It's a mistake
It'll be a mistake
Let your prisonguards go ahead
Those glass walls won't betray us
In our world.--

--Home, you're already there
take a leep in to yourself
Stay in the middle
Corners are like masses of black holes
At First...Be sure you've builded
some lenght of lubricated segments
before the corners
Look through your glass seilings and throw all your boundaries towards to them
Every cracked corner will scream
lies lies lies, as long as we throw
our heart's away, only then the lies gets murdered, faces thrown to the guicksand
there's always enough barbwire to keep our hearts in our control
They said, kill kill kill - take over take over
You have to raise up your chin and answer; Love Love Love - Make love Make love
Friendzone is often mispelled to commune or connected somehow to the war
like megazone but there's no competition
neither violence neither flowing hangman's knots or Mindjudges sphere straps --

--Flipsflaps, flying carpets with golden lipsstickers,
glitter smileys, fairy friends from flatland's
the whole moleculefamily and their infinite scale's of nothingless
full off to the sky high, 4380km/h max, 4380 planets full
Why?
Why did we played with the black apple?
When they'll return from their places?
We were warned to not to do engravings--

...The changeling deadcalm sky moved unexpectedly her blooded skywide wings, Is there someone really? Will you catch me when I fall back to this world? Never lived on this place called earth.
But why did you moved your wings away from earth? I would like to think that We would be pretty good dance partners, what do you think of that? I already know how to fly and my dance comes always from the heart at least inside my head without barbwired dominatrixies.--


The yellow sky rained its own skywide piss wings downward,
pulled wings out of nothing, felt like infinite bells banging in chorus
Many men and woman, child, went accidentally in to some kind of
ayahuasca-DNA-cubit length-surrealism-macro segment ride
and the four latexfourhorseshemales flew out from those black holes and started to liking each others beards and beams, I think, I ran, the exact time for me is a little bit fuzzy, oh thank you lord;(fuck you lord;) Chapter Dyzprosium they yelled! when I founded myself - We rebuilted your entire lifelong horrors, now you're all unkown to these different kind of walls and there's no more need to walk through gates or walk under hourglasses, your're free to fly under or throught anything! Had to do little dirty assdancing, throwed a few tips to the dragonlords rainbow hips to get here, mother nature, lovely ol' tramp, polished all your masks and let loose all of your juvenile-gnomes from B&W-trash barbwire garden's. How did you feel when all those juvenile-gnomes' raised their raindance above your wingened blackchoir songs? Faceless masks I see? Shadows with faces, I see. Dressed as a friendly ghosts, Crawling under my sinfull dancing shadowed eyelines. I call my shadows from this on bloodlines or openwoundlines. I call my masks from this on nothingless or forgiveness.

(muokkailen usein jälkeenpäin näitä jossain määrin)

I'm sorry I have trust issues, but when you give someone everything and they toss it away like nothing, something inside of you breaks.

Haudan rauhaan

Sinne jäi koti lämmön ja huolet, kuolleet vain herätti
nyt jo raunioina maantasalla, sammuneiden liekkien rakasteltavina
hetken kohti tyyntä vei, tuo näky veren-punaisen jumalaisen
rankasti katsontakielletyn omenapuun,
takaperin leijonanluolassa tanssien,
aallonharjalla liian ylpeänä ratsastaen.
Ei sokkona kykene ratsastamaan,
Ei sokea kykene rakastamaan
uskon mut tunne en, enää edes viiltoja,
jotka tuuli iholleni hymyillen piirsi, ja aurinko
hengettömät soinnut mulle lauloit.
Illaksi taas unohdin, vaan en enää mukana lennäkkään.
Usko en keijuihin, ainakaan, kunnes neitsyen luostarista löydän,
mieleni mullasta uudelleen, eloon voisimme herättää,
entistä kieromman, vain varjoissa kukkivan
liian pitkälle jalostetun.
Suusta sun suudelman, jälleen kuolleeksi julistetaan
haudan rauhaan lasketaan, ilovirren laulat-laulamme.
Sanotaan Tervetuloa ja Näkemiin.
Ei ruumis vaan puhkea kukkaan
Sanoimme Tervetuloa ja Näkemiin
ainoastaan ääriviivattomille varjoillemme

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Haudan rauhaan

Sinne jäi koti, ja huolet, kuolleet vain herätti

vei kohti tyyntä, näky veren-punaisen

omenapuun, tanssi leijonanluolan,

uskon mut tunne en, enää edes viiltoja,

jotka tuuli iholleni hymyillen piirsi, ja aurinko

hengettömät soinnut mulle lauloit.

Illaksi taas unohdin, vaan en enää mukana lennäkkään.

Usko en keijuihin, ainakaan, kunnes neitsyen luostarista löydän,

mieleni mullasta uudelleen eloon voisi vielä herättää,

entistä kieromman, vain varjoissa kukkivan,

liian pitkälle jalostetun. Suusta sun suudelman

jälleen kuolleeksi julistetaan, haudan rauhaan, virren laulat-laulamme.

Sanotaan Tervetuloa ja Näkemiin.