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Good times for a change
See, the luck Ive had
Can make a good man
Turn bad

So please please please
Let me, let me, let me
Let me get what I want
This time

Havent had a dream in a long time
See, the life Ive had
Can make a good man bad

So for once in my life
Let me get what I want
Lord knows, it would be the first time
Lord knows, it would be the first time

onpa espoon keskus mukava paikka odottaa junaa näin kymmenen jälkeen. tulee varmaan hyvin uni silmään kun pääsee kotiin.

Spiritual Reality.

"The questions I've been asking is quite simple beyound my reach"
"Where does evil live?"
"Is evil in the flesh?"



I sit down in despair, no way to run away
Couldn't stand a nice new day with you
The fuse went out today
Who's around me? Everything got dark
The space behind our closer goes through corridores of pain
I ran through corridores of pain

But I'm not afraid to die
'Cause I'm not afraid to die

I saw the creature reach me as I closed my faith to die
The plastic in the floor are reached out,
you see it in the sky
Thunderballs are softening my fears

I know where I am heading, watch the world right through my tears
I watch the world right through my tears

And I'm not afraid to die
And I'm not afraid to die


"I've got negative radio contact"

Not afraid to die
Not afraid to die

"Where does evil live?"


Plasmatic drug sensation, going weakened through the year
And in his reach his target slowly dies.
He dies in distant fear
But now the searchers begin before we make ground,
Still searching for the truth;
Why am I here, why am I bound?

Why am I here, why am I bound?
Why am I here, why am I bound?

And I'm not afraid to die
And I'm not afraid to die

In the deep it's nowhere where you can see,

Can you feel the light?

Why are you always hiding?
Why are you always mourning?

dokattiin aamukuuteen, ja yhdeltätoista olen 5 min koulutuksen jälkeen pahimmassa lauantairuuhkassa. onneksi kun midisti myöhässä seikkailin espoon pelloilla satoi kaatamalla jääkylmää vettä...oli niin vitun synkkää, ettei voinut kuin hymyillä.


Ikea on helvetti, missä kaikki on kirjoitettu ruotsiksi.

huomenna on perjantai :) pääsee ulos leikkimään.
tosin ensin käytävä työhaastattelussa Ikeassa..ilm. ne haluavat minut sinne vääntämään lihapullia.

Löysin Kukunorin irtosarjislaatikosta Jhonen Vasquezin sarjakuvan I Feel Sick. Happiness :)

There is a rose in the Devil's garden
In shadow it grows alone
Many things are dangerous now
In this garden we call home

Be careful as you make your way
Some things are poison to the touch
You've spent your life here in this place
You long to run away so much

[Chorus:]
My love it is a black rose (my love it is a black rose)
Held out to you by the hand of fate (held by the hand of fate now)
And as this dark romance grows...
It's not from the sun, but the starlight that's so far away
Above the Devil's garden

The fertile soil of poisoned hearts
Fed by tears and nighttime rain
Under Transylvanian moon
Grows the flower bred from pain

Death is pure - life is not
So ask yourself, what do you want?
As for me, well I want you
So pick the black rose and let its thorns cut you

olin jo junassa kun äiti päätti soittaa ja itkettää loppumatkan. eli ihan normi maanantaiaamu,
miten voi olla vaikeaa löytää töitä, lähettänyt varmaan tuhat hakemusta.

kaikki kivat duunit on päivällä, eli päädyn kuitenkin johonkin citymarketin kassaksi, ja saan taas sen rakastamani uniformun.

Se on nytten sitten paskis. Sukupuolesta ei tietoa.
Pantsulle yritin tilata poikaystävää...mutta tuhatjalkaisia ei saa edes tilaamalla faunattaresta, eli pantsun puute jatkuu.