[touched_by_a_fallenangel]

When i look around, with mine natural nostalgic depression, all i can see is something so straight, so well deployed and mixed together, so beautifully prepared, so superficial... Where is that rage and pain that makes the world evolve and civilizations die... apathy is killing me...

Posted by Whisper at 4/11/2004 | Permalink | Comments

Life is great and then we die... how cool can that be, I like the die part It seem to be so great like a wild ride 6feet deep...

Posted by Whisper at 4/11/2004 | Permalink | Comments

...my two cents is common comment/remark used on english/american literature, the meaning is almost instantly acquired by those that hear it but in it's full extension this expression means as much as saying that i have a crippled leg a bad knee or that society is fucking us... in my not so humble opinion, for i'm not humble nor modest, it means i'm nothing, my opinion is just one it mean nothing or at least nothing more than a drunk man being abused in the middle of the street. my two cents

Posted by Whisper at 4/10/2004 | Permalink | Comments

unwilling mind... unchanged and paranoid... in this scarlett life

Posted by Whisper at 4/09/2004 | Permalink | Comments

Bring it on,
take all the time you need.
sometimes it's cold and dark
and you can't grasp your breath.

Time has ended,
keep holding that thought
'til it's too late too soon
to be something else.

comprehension is beyond you
like an ethereal dream
and I feel so lonely
in the quest for an answer

Posted by Whisper at 4/05/2004 | Permalink | Comments