subota, 21.10.2006.
Tim Burton's Vincent
Vincent Malloy is seven years old
He's polite and always does as he's told
For a boy his age, he's considerate and nice
But he wants to be just like Vincent Price
He doesn't mind living with his sister, dog, and cats
Though he'd rather share a home with spiders and bats
There he could reflect on the horrors he has invented
and wander dark hallways alone and tormented
Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him
But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum
He likes to experiment on his dog Abocrombie
In the hopes of creating a horrible zombie
So that he and his horrible zombie dog
could go searching for victims in the London fog
His thoughts aren't only of ghoulish crime
He likes to paint and read to pass some of the time
While other kids read books like "Go Jane Go"
Vincent's favorite author is Edgar Allan Poe.
One night while reading a gruesome tale
he read a passage that made him turn pale
Such horrible news he could not survive
For his beautiful wife had been buried alive
He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead
Unaware that her grave was his mother's flower bed
His mother sent Vincent off to his room
He knew he'd been banished to the tower of doom
where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life
alone with the portrait of his beautiful wife.
While alone and insane incased in his doom
Vincent's mother burst suddenly into the room
She said, "If you want, you can go out and play
It's sunny outside and a beautiful day."
Vincent tried to talk but he just couldn't speak
the years of isolation had made him quite weak
So he took out some paper and scrawled with a pen:
"I'm possessed by this house and can never leave it again."
His mother said, "You are NOT possessed and you are NOT almost dead
These games you play are all in your head
You are NOT Vincent Price, you're Vincent Malloy
You're not tormented or insane, you're just a young boy
You're seven years old, and you are my son
I want you to get outside and have some real fun."
Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall
While Vincent backed slowly against the wall
The room started to sway, to shiver and creak
His horrored insanity had reached its peak
He saw Abocrombie, his zombie slave
and heard his wife call from beyond the grave
She spoke through her coffin and made ghoulish demands
While through cracking walls reached skeleton hands
Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams
swept his mad laughter to terrified screams
To escape the badness, he reached for the door
but fell limp and lifeless down on the floor
His voice was soft and very slow
As he quoted "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe:
"And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted...Nevermore.
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petak, 20.10.2006.
Data Analysis Cosby
U zadnjih nekoliko dana razmisljam o dosta stvari.
Vecinom gluposti, kao obicno...depresivne...morbidne...
homicidalne ideje. Kratko vrijeme provedeno na ovom
nazovi planetu mi je otkrilo jako puno boli, patnje, bijesa,
osjecaja bespomocnosti i ocaja... no i pokoji trenutak srece
...one prave istinske srece i spokoja... vecinu tih dobrih
trenutaka sad dozivio u drustvu frendova... da nije bilo njih
vjerovatno sad nebi ovdje bio i pisao ovaj crap.
Razmisljao sam malo i o proslosti...
Sreo sam nedavno neke ljude iz osnovne skole, nakon par
godina. Nevjerovatno je koliko su se ti ljudi promjenili.
Imam osjecaj da su svi drugaciji...osim mene...
Svi imaju nesto u svom zivotu... nove nade, nove ciljeve...
snove...osobe, a ja se jos uvijek drzim svojih mladenackih
ideala i planova...umirem iznutra... trulim i nemam se snage
promijeniti...neznam sta da napisem dovraga!!!
Nemogu svoj bijes izraziti slovima!
Mrzim ljude
...ne pojedince, nego ljude kao skupinu...
svi smrdimo, nanosimo bol drugima, ubijamo, krademo,
i svi umiremo...
Ponekad pozelim imati uredjaj s kojim mogu
izbrisati odredene osobe iz postojanja. Kao da nikad nisu bile...
Da ih nikad vise nikad nemoram sresti i izmjeniti rijeci i poglede
s njima.
Ispricavam se na ovoj hrpi pingvinskih govana
Misli izazvane opojnim djelovanjem odredenih supstanci...
no... sto zelim reci... nikad ne citajte mutave, kvazi dubokoumne,
debilno-retardirane, dosadne postove poput ovog jer je zivot prekratak...
gledajte Red Dwarf, Monty Pythone, slusajte Anathemu,
jedite govna...or don't
i do slijedeceg puta,drage sumske zivotinje...DIE!!
...oh, I mean Bye..!
M vidimo se u subotu.
P.S. Moli se vaš, informacijama zasićen mozak, da natjera vaš
kaziprst da klikne na ovaj simpaticni mali x u gornjem desnom
uglu ovog šarenog prozorcica i da zaboravi na ovaj blog. Ima i
pametnijih stvari koje mozete raditi nego buljiti u ovaj konzervirani
feces. Naprimjer mogli biste očistit tipkovnicu..pogledajte ju samo.
Zar nije krajnje vrijeme za joj posvetite malo paznje?
HA, made you look
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utorak, 17.10.2006.
Who am I?
I am the first thing you gazed upon…
I am your hunger and your pain…
I am your cold and humilliation…
I am your first step…
I am your first word…
I am your first love…
I am your first bruise…
I am your broken heart…
I am your shoulder to cry on…
I am your tears…
I am your smile…
I am your creator and your offspring…
I am a thought inside your head…
I am your life and I am your death…
I…am…you…
…in a way…
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