August 2009
In the Years of the Primal Course, in the dawn of terrestrial birth, Man mastered the mammoth and horse, and Man was the Lord of the Earth. He made him an hollow skin from the heart of an holy tree,
"A black magician?I would never go so low that I would call my self a black magician,as black magic is all nonsens"
Ware, nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act?Without its climax, death, what savour hathLife? an impeccable machine, exactHe paces an inane and pointless pathTo glut brute appetites, his sole contentH
Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of Pan ! Io Pan . Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Come over the sea From Sicily and from Arcady ! Roaming as Bacchus, with fa
Först träffade jag Marie-Louise och jösses vad jag blev kär.Vi tänkte väl förlova oss, men min pappa sa tyvärr.Håll fingrarna ifrån den damen min son och sky henne som pest.För du och hon h
And hell begins as school starts its day today and so my head rotten to the ground and be one with mother earth
Well... Oh baby baby. Don't you want a (m)an like me? Oh baby baby, I'm just as sweet as anybody could be Oh baby baby, I want to look to your eyes, of blue Oh baby b(a)by, It's more than anybody else