De la inercia a la ira inconclusa, de la represion a la placida melancolia de la quietud decreciente.La inevitabilidad de la transmutacion, el inutil forcejeo y el ciclo se completa: Densematic by Lachrymologist
lunes, 20 de diciembre de 2010
Densematic
lunes, 25 de octubre de 2010
Nothing lost, nothing gained..
Everything has changed, yet once again I've traded my past for a taste of bittersweet uncertainty.
In the face of mundane neutrality, the only thing that seems to keep me balanced is a sense of passive/agressive chaos splattered by reds of disturbing familiarity and sexual dispossession.
Having no more rules to break, I fall to the puerile machinations of broken beings in the atempt to disrupt the constant noise. It's time to reassemble the pieces of what used to be my true self, the one that I used to know, the one that I hated more than anything, the only me that was real and was distroyed just for the fuck of it.
Nothing's really gained or lost but it needs to be done, regardless of motivation, emotion or judgement (mediocrity's presage carved on broken men's hearts).
In the face of mundane neutrality, the only thing that seems to keep me balanced is a sense of passive/agressive chaos splattered by reds of disturbing familiarity and sexual dispossession.
Having no more rules to break, I fall to the puerile machinations of broken beings in the atempt to disrupt the constant noise. It's time to reassemble the pieces of what used to be my true self, the one that I used to know, the one that I hated more than anything, the only me that was real and was distroyed just for the fuck of it.
Nothing's really gained or lost but it needs to be done, regardless of motivation, emotion or judgement (mediocrity's presage carved on broken men's hearts).
lunes, 12 de enero de 2009
Ab æterno...
El tedio, la ira y la pasiva coyuntura de una irrealidad impersonal.
Tool - Bottom
My compassion is broken now. My will is eroded,and my desire stolen and it makes me feel ugly.I'm on my knees and burning.My piss and moans are the fuel that set my head on fire.So smell my soul burning.I'm broken, looking up to see the enemy.I have swallowed the poison you feed me ...but I survive on it,and it leaves me guilt fed, hatred fed, weakness fed..and I feel ugly, and dead inside. Shit adds up at the bottom. You've left me no choice but to go inside and rebuildwhat's broken.Too much, too far, too late to lie down now.I must arm myself to fight youby making weapons out of my imperfections.It's all I have left.There's no other choice.I'm shameless, nameless, nothing, and noone now.But my soul must be iron for my fear is naked.I'm naked and fearless.But I'm dead inside.You see.. shit adds up, now I'm dead inside.Hatred, weakness, and guilt keep me aliveat the bottom.
From the Master himself.
Tool - Bottom
My compassion is broken now. My will is eroded,and my desire stolen and it makes me feel ugly.I'm on my knees and burning.My piss and moans are the fuel that set my head on fire.So smell my soul burning.I'm broken, looking up to see the enemy.I have swallowed the poison you feed me ...but I survive on it,and it leaves me guilt fed, hatred fed, weakness fed..and I feel ugly, and dead inside. Shit adds up at the bottom. You've left me no choice but to go inside and rebuildwhat's broken.Too much, too far, too late to lie down now.I must arm myself to fight youby making weapons out of my imperfections.It's all I have left.There's no other choice.I'm shameless, nameless, nothing, and noone now.But my soul must be iron for my fear is naked.I'm naked and fearless.But I'm dead inside.You see.. shit adds up, now I'm dead inside.Hatred, weakness, and guilt keep me aliveat the bottom.
From the Master himself.
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