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жёлтый ангел вспомнился
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[19 Dec 2007|11:56am] |
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 Allen 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 Allen Poe:
"And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted...Nevermore."
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'Sex is meaningless',she said, 'if it's silent and mechanical. You have to think about it and plan it, like a dinner party or cricket match. I tell you to when to put in, how it's feeling, you tell me what you like, when you're coming, how you want me to move. Just remember that you have never thought a thought or imagined an act that is so dirty and depraved that I won't have thought of it thousand times myself. That's true of everyone. When we stop talking and joking we'll know it's over.'
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[14 Nov 2007|10:17pm] |
Народ, привет!
Есть у кого-нибудь сборник
Various Artists - Free Fat Acid Jazz??
Если есть,то поделитесь, пожалуйста )
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[06 Nov 2007|08:11am] |
There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps
Running before time took our dreams away
Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
To a life consumed by slow decay
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[18 Oct 2007|11:59pm] |
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[01 Oct 2007|07:32am] |
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Хорошие были выходные
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[25 Sep 2007|10:26pm] |
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Земля очень похожа на мир, в котором я родился и вырос, но множество различий и мелких деталей не давали мне расслабиться ни на минуту.
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[23 Sep 2007|11:10am] |
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Други, есть ли у кого-нибудь Jason Mraz в любых количествах - нигде не могу найти..из осла не льётся, а хочется нахаляву... ?????????????
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[22 Sep 2007|10:29pm] |
в доме мышь...а может и много мышей. одну я видел, когда она пробегала по столу.
положил сыр в мышеловку, жду.
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[22 Sep 2007|07:26am] |
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The birds have vanished down the sky. Now the last cloud drains away. We sit together, the mountain and I until only the mountain remains.
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[18 Sep 2007|10:39pm] |
Очень крутые вещи были на Dragonfly records...но не все. Вот Celtic cross - отлично... а остальное - хрень какая-то..
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[16 Sep 2007|10:54am] |
Еле проснулся. Надо ехать.
Вчера встретил Ольгу с Буряком. Неожиданно. Если бы они так не орали, то я бы их не заметил ))
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[15 Sep 2007|09:49pm] |
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Многие сегодня почему-то заболели. Кому-то нездоровится. Наверное, погода.
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[10 Sep 2007|05:54pm] |
No matter gay or grim;
it's those tiny little sparks
daily life that makes me
forget my wounded heart
It doesn't matter when
it may rain or it may shine
blurred memories of us
come back from time to time
PS
Как только пришёл на работу сразу все навалились разом. Сделай то, сделай сё. За те же деньги причём.
Ещё узнал, что некоторые, в моё отсутсвие, поминали меня недобрым словом. Блевотина в общем.
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