Lower

Suicide - Joakim Back

Lower than the bottom

Swallowed by the ride

Floating in the bathtub

Children play outside

So tell me how to do it

How to do what I'm gonna do

How to take the knife

From inside of you

Baby, now you're lower too

You looked so unhappy

Squatting in some stall

And it gets even better

When all the lights are off

So tell me how to do it

How to do what I'm gonna do

How to keep the life inside of you

Baby, now you're lower too

What were you really thinking

What did you need

Cause all those wounds forever bleed

Drink me

It's a nightmare

It's the needle in your veins

So tell me how to do it

How to do what I'm gonna do

How to keep the knife

From inside of you

Baby, now you're lower too

Burning every memory

It's gonna eat your insides out and

throw it out on me

Struggling, heaven help you

Staring down the barrel

of your own gun

And now you're lower too

-=[Slash's Snakepit]=-

Takin' that ride to nowhere...

The Trip by Bill Stephens

You got a fast car

But is it fast enough so we can fly away

We gotta make a decision

We leave tonight or live and die this way 

-=[Tracy Chapman]=-

The eternal question...

Why don't I just kill myself and get it over with?

I hate my life...

You gave me roses ...

... and then you strangled me with the vines.

Bad boy

I can't help it. Some of the bad boys attract me... no matter how ugly they really are... =/

¸.•*´`*♥ ♥*´`*•.¸

My favourite movie bad guys, Lurtz (Lawrence Makoare) the Uruk-Hai from The Lord of the Rings, The Predator (Kevin Peter Hall) an extra terrestrial headhunter from the movie with the same name and Darth Moul (Ray Park) a sith in Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace.

Some Klingons (Star Trek) have "it" too while others ... don't.

Why is it that if you tell someone to leave you the fuck alone...

... they suddenly stick to you like glue, and not just any glue but the worlds most stickiest super glue?

Artificial Intelligence by proxy.

I've been a member of Yahoo Answers since 2006 and no matter how tired I am of it all I keep going back. It's mainly because reading the things posted there makes me feel so darn intelligent.

Example; "My girlfriend claims that she's on birth control. I don't trust her so I use the 'pull out technique'. Now I've started to wonder if that's enough or if ... (wait for it...) ... I can still have contracted a STD?"

Things like that makes my few remaining braincells do the high five and congratulate each other for their superior intelligence. Yes I know all about trolls and that doesn't bother me because to such a question the will be just as stupid answers. It's bound to happen. It's a win - win situation when it comes to boosting my feeling of being intelligent.

Another classic is; "I'm an atheist and I think you should all know that Jesus son of God was born during the spring."

Uh... as an atheist you don't believe that Jesus son of God have existed at all and then he can't have been born either. End of story. (High five guys; high five!!!)

One more; "Why do all those stupid idiots ask the same old stupid questions that have been asked a million times instead of searching it in Google? How stupid can a person be?"

Umm... this question has been asked a million times... Google it, stupid! (High five guys; high five!!!)

The key to making yourself feel intelligent is of course to compare yourself to those who are less intelligent than you and stay the hell away from those who are smarter, that's why I never got to clearly topic related message boards and discussion forums where adults that knows their thing discuss things. ;o)

What would she have done if she had given birth to the kid?

Russia threatened to suspend all child adoptions by U.S. families Friday after a 7-year-old boy adopted by a woman from Tennessee was sent alone on a one-way flight back to Moscow with a note saying he was violent and had severe psychological problems.

"After giving my best to this child, I am sorry to say that for the safety of my family, friends, and myself, I no longer wish to parent this child." The mother said in a letter.

Source: http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/eu_russia_adopted_boy

Those who give birth to their kids can't send them back because they didn't turn out as the had wanted, what makes her think she has the right to do what she did? So what if the Russians didn't tell her the whole story, kids are kids and your are the mother of the kid if you adopt or not. No one told my friend that her son would have Down's Syndrome, what should she have done? Pushed him back in again with a note that he wasn't what she had hoped for?

The level of stupidity in some people reaches levels that are hard to comprehend.

Fantasy

Luis Royo

It's not what is, what was or what will be, it's fantasy and that's where I spend most of my time. Making up creatures, cultures, things and adventures. Why stick to the limitations of reality when fantasy have no borders. Subtle symbolism from today weaved into a story that has no connection to todays world fascinates me. A greater story embracing the obvious story. No futuristic technological mumbojumbo though, I prefer unexplainable magic and other unreal things. The romantic in me longs for worlds where technology has not corrupted the citizens and turned them into vulgar and crude caricatures of what they were meant to be.

I don't mind doing things for you and cleaning up the mess that you make.

What I do mind is that you don't even care to say "thank you" when I help you out. This is also the reason why your dirty laundry is still laying on the floor where you left it a week ago.

"I don't mind making jokes, but I don't want to look like one."

I know you think you are funny when you make me look bad before others. You're not. Just remember that the shit you throw out will paint the colour that people see you in.

Reborn the corrupted way.

Uruk-hai - Miguel Coimbra

It's like that, I think, rebirth is seen as a metamorphosis into something new and better but every now and then the process is corrupted and twisted into something foul and vile instead. Loving turns into loathing, passion into repulsion and care into neglect. The growing pains defiles the process and the rebirth changes a life worth living to a life of pain and sorrow.

Bedtime

"One of the guys in the guild had gone mad," he let her know while he helped her remove the bed cover. "We're all so pissed at him and..."

She stopped listening to what he had to say. How an adult man could take online games so seriously was beyond what she could understand. He'd start talking and she'd listen with half an ear while nodding or humming politely now and then, just as he did when she talked about her own problems. She took her clothes off and let her hair out and he leaned against the door post and kept on talking while watching her. His eyes followed her every move and she intentionally moved to give him glimpses of his favourite parts while she put away the laundry and picked clean clothes for the next day.

What he saw was clearly distracting him, the flow of the words was jagged and he even had to stop to find his way back to what he was supposed to say. She lay down on the bed without pulling the duvet over her, exposed for him to see.

"We ... we have to ..." he stopped and then he gave up on talking for a while.

He was noticeable exited and she enjoyed watching him like that. His eyes followed her fingers as they pinched her nipples and played with the weight of her breasts. Then she moved slightly and spread her legs open to give him a good view of where her fingers went.

"I ..." he said with a voice deep with lust, "I really liked how you woke me up the other morning..."

"Too bad there wasn't more time..." she replied with an inviting smile.

"Yeah..." he muttered. "I have to go... the guild... sweet dreams."

He turned the light off and closed the door behind him and moments later she could her him at the computer.

How utterly annoying...

I woke up early this morning, inspired. My thoughts were spinning and I was really in the mood to write something erotic for a change. The ideas piled up as I stretched out and turn to greet the morning... 

The day went straight down hill from there. Not a moment to write anything down. A sick kid, a  visit to the ER, a neighbour in trouble and ... *sigh*

With the inspiration gone I figured that I'd just read other people's stuff instead ... and that's when I realized that it's impossible to get a moment by my self to do that.

I'm so bummed...

Call me a dog

You call me a dog well that's fair enough

'cause it ain't no use to pretend

You're wrong

When you call me out I can't hide anymore

I have no disguise you can't see through

Well you say it's bad luck

To have fallen for me

Well what can I say to make it good for you

You wore me out like an old winter coat

Trying to be safe from the cold

But when it's my time to throw

The next stone

I'll call you beautiful if I call at all

You tell me I'm low 'cause I've slept on the floor

And out in the woods with the badgers and wolves

You threw me out cause I went digging for gold

And I came home with a handful of coal

But when it's my time to throw the next stone

I'll call you beautiful if I call at all

And when it's my time to call your bluff

I'll call you beautiful or leave it alone

You call me a dog

Well that's fair enough

It doesn't bother me as long as you know

Bad luck will follow you

If you keep me on a leash and

You drag me along

-=[Chris Cornell]=-

Early Morning

The early morning light woke her up gently, she stretched her body and turned to look at him. He was laying on his back, spread all over his side of the bed, and he was still at sleep. His face relaxed and free from the worries of everyday life and his breath deep and steady. She slowly moved closer to him trying not to wake him up as she slipped in under his duvet and put her hand on his chest. His breath changed slightly for a short while and she stayed still until she felt certain that he was deeper into sleep again. Feeling assured that he was sleeping she started to touch him gently, drawing lines around his nipples, playing with the hairs on his chest and then moving on to his belly and the treasure trail.

Her fingers continued to draw lines, down and around, while she enjoyed the motions his body made while he slowly woke up. The light tension, light movement and the change in his breathing created soft excitement that flowed down her spine and out into her body. He grasped for air and pulled her into his arms when she took his penis into her hand and started to stroke him.

"Good morning," he mumbled into her hair.

"Time to get up and get ready," she whispered back.

She stroked him faster and harder and he tried to pull her up onto him.

"There's no time," she told him. "It's time for the shower, I'll go first."

He reached for her as she slipped out of the bed but she squirmed out of his hands, grinning at him as she walked away.

Surreal

Hawaiian Rose - Samy Charnine

For a short waken moment I stayed in my dream, breathing the air of freedom while riding the wave of soft tranquillity, while cheering the wonderful joys of life. For a short moment I knew what happiness was. For one short moment I lived, I loved and someone loved me back.

Then the surreal gave away and the real took over again.

"It’s Like, You’re The Swingset, And I’m The Kid That Falls."

Life would be so easy if I could only fall out of love with you. Out of love and out of emotion, shed you like an old skin and move on. Detached from the bond that keeps me by your side, under your spell, chained to this living hell.

"It's amazing how someone can break your heart and you can still love them with all the little pieces."

A word of appreciation, a "thank you" or even a smile in acknowledgement would be worth a million to me. Keep on taking me for granted and one day you will wake up to find that I'm no longer there to serve you.