孤独之一

怎么来应付孤独呢？我想起了william Faulkner 小说 a rose for Miss Emily.
里面的Miss Emily 为了挽留自己的恋人，居然用砒霜将他毒死，然后每晚和他的尸体相依而睡，直到自己老死。这个故事很gothic虽然我对Necrophilia没有研究，但是我很确定FETISHISM是摆脱孤独的方法，人类之依恋上帝，情人相互依偎，
小孩之依靠父母，最后都归结为恋物。将我们的情感集中在某一物体至少，以发泄我们的libido。我怎么办呢？我强烈的oedipus complex决定我不可能相信上帝，恋人还没有找到，父母远在天边。我犹如断线的风筝。我想起了尼采，总算理解他为什么疯狂了，哲学家都有 necrophia ，解剖这个世界的尸体，获得一种快繁，忘记自己的孤独。鲁迅也始终是孤独的，写作升华了他的欲望。
by dissection, we get pleasure.

关于等候

喜欢听熊天平的雪候鸟，喜欢那种宿命的思想，一定要南飞，这是本能

J'aime beaucoup la chanson appelee Les Oisseaux Attendants la Neige, et j' adore la pensee de fatalite.De voler au sud, c'est l' instinct migratoire.

我在等候上帝派给我的那个人，不知道什么时候他回来，希望不是永远

j'attends la personne que le Dieu me donne, mais je ne suis pas sur quand il arriverai , peut-etre
eternellement, je ne le souhaite pas

twilight and mist





Twilight and Mist
Music by James Horner Lyrrics by Brock Walsh

As evening fell, a maiden stood
At the edge of a wood.
In her hands lay the reins
Of a stallion.
And ne'er I'd seen a girl as fair,
Heard a gentler voice anywhere.
Whispered, "Alas..."
She belonged, belonged to another--
Another forever.
Yes, she belonged to
the twilight and mist.

心情日记

从前喜欢漂泊，喜欢看JOHN masefield 的sea fever
I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.


现在觉得漂泊是那些痛苦的人干的事情，因为他们需要散心。幸福的人总是两个人一起
放风筝的。当我的wanderlust达到极点的时候，我就会想到死亡，这时候就会想起Thomas Gray
的Elegy.

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,

The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,

The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,

And leaves the world to darkness and to me.



Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,

And all the air a solemn stillness holds,

Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,

And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds;



Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower

The moping owl does to the moon complain

Of such as, wandering near her secret bower,

Molest her ancient solitary reign.



Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade,

Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap,

Each in his narrow cell for ever laid,

The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.



The breezy call of incense-breathing morn,

The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed,

The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn,

No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.



For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn,

Or busy housewife ply her evening-care;

No children run to lisp their sire's return,

Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.



Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield,

Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke:

How jocund did they drive their team afield!

How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!



Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,

Their homely joys and destiny obscure;

Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile

The short and simple annals of the poor.



The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r,

And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,

Awaits alike th' inevitable hour.

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.



Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault,

If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise,

Where through the long-drawn aisle, and fretted vault,

The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.



Can storied urn, or animated bust,

Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath?

Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust,

Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death?



Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid

Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire;

Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed,

Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre;



But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page,

Rich with the spoils of Time, did ne'er unroll;

Chill Penury repressed their noble rage,

And froze the genial current of the soul.



Full many a gem of purest ray serene

The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear;

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,

And waste its sweetness on the desert air.



Some village-Hampden that with dauntless breast

The little tyrant of his fields withstood,

Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest,

Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood.



Th' applause of list'ning senates to command,

The threats of pain and ruin to despise,

To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land,

And read their history in a nation's eyes,



Their lot forbad: nor circumscribed alone

Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined;

Forbad to wade through slaughter to a throne,

And shut the Gates of Mercy on mankind,



The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide,

To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame,

Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride

With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.



Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife

Their sober wishes never learned to stray;

Along the cool sequestered vale of life

They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.



Yet ev'n these bones from insult to protect

Some frail memorial still erected nigh,

With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture decked,

Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.



Their name, their years, spelt by th' unlettered Muse,

The place of fame and elegy supply:

And many a holy text around she strews,

That teach the rustic moralist to die.



For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey,

This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned,

Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,

Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind?



On some fond breast the parting soul relies,

Some pious drops the closing eye requires;

Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries,

Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires.



For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonoured dead,

Dost in these lines their artless tale relate;

If chance, by lonely Contemplation led,

Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate,—



Haply some hoary-headed swain may say

"Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn

Brushing with hasty steps the dews away

To meet the sun upon the upland lawn;



"There at the foot of yonder nodding beech,

That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high,

His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch,

And pore upon the brook that babbles by.



"Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn,

Mutt'ring his wayward fancies would he rove;

Now drooping, woeful-wan, like one forlorn,

Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love.



"One morn I missed him from the customed hill,

Along the heath, and near his fav'rite tree;

Another came; nor yet beside the rill,

Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he:



"The next, with dirges due in sad array

Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne,—

Approach and read, for thou can'st read, the lay

Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn."



              THE EPITAPH



Here rests his head upon the lap of earth

A Youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown:

Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth,

And Melancholy marked him for her own.



Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,

Heaven did a recompense as largely send:

He gave to Misery (all he had) a tear,

He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.



No farther seek his merits to disclose,

Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,

(There they alike in trembling hope repose,)

The bosom of his Father and his God. 

喜欢诗歌中众生平等的思想，死亡对于每个人是公平的，那些不可一世的人有什么
资格炫耀自己呢，他们不过是运气好点而已，得到自然更多的恩赐。对于我这种死亡本能
太多的人，少看为妙

喜欢Edgar Allan Poe的Anna Belle Lee

很美的诗歌，描写了一种失落，很唯美

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

la voix de paradis





Vois sur ton chemin

Paroles et Musique: Bruno Coulais, Christophe Barratier 2004

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Vois sur ton chemin
Gamins oubliés égarés
Donne leur la main
Pour les mener
Vers d'autres lendemains

Sens au coeur de la nuit
L'onde d'espoir
Ardeur de la vie
Sentier de gloire

Bonheurs enfantins
Trop vite oubliés effacés
Une lumière dorée brille sans fin
Tout au bout du chemin

Sens au coeur de la nuit
L'onde d'espoir
Ardeur de la vie
Sentier de la gloire

Limp Bizkit - Behind Blue Eyes Song

Limp Bizkit - Behind Blue Eyes Song Lyrics

No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
And no one knows
What it's like to be hated
To be fated to telling only lies

[Chorus:]
But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

No one knows what its like
To feel these feelings
Like i do, and i blame you!
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through

[Chorus]

Discover l.i.m.p. say it [x4]
No one knows what its like
To be mistreated, to be defeated
Behind blue eyes
No one knows how to say
That they're sorry and don't worry
I'm not telling lies

[Chorus]

No one knows what its like
To be the bad man, to be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

cheese/fromage

Est-ce que mon jean est assez clean
Pour espérer
Ma photo dans les magazines
Faut voir

Est-ce que ma jupe est assez short
Pour espérer
Que le show-biz m'ouvrira ses portes
Faut voir

Faut voir des poules toutes leurs dents
Pour réussir
Comme ça le petit oiseau va s'en sortir

Faut voir, c'est fou ce qu'on obtient
Contre un sourire
Ce qu'on vous aime quand on n'a rien à dire

Cheese, je veux bien {x2}

Mais si mon jean devient sale
Puis-je espérer
Qu'on parle de moi dans le journal
Faut voir

Si je tombe et que je casse les dents
Adieu sourire
Comment le petit oiseau va s'en sortir

Cheese, j'en sais rien {x2}

Est-ce que le cadre devient le centre
De notre monde
Plutôt que ce qu'on a dans le ventre
Faut voir

De ce journal aux pages légères
D'autres vont faire
Un lit de fortune en plein cour
De l'hiver

Cheese, je sais bien {x2}

Que l'image est plus forte
Et prend toute la page
Le plumage rapporte
Plus que notre courage
Qu'on me ferme les portes
Je préfère tenir ce langage
Que de tenir pour me clouer le bec
Un fromage

Tant pis
Cheese / Cheese

Le p'tit oiseau s'envole
L'étiquette se décolle
Et quand le chat te mangera
Souris.

Nolwenn Leroy





Natasia st Pier







tomber le masque

Si on parlait un peu de toi ?
Depuis que ma terre est ronde
C'est toi qui fait tourner le monde
Et qui parle aux étoiles
Quand on m'fait du mal
Qu'est-ce que tu dis aux astres morts ?
Je sais, tu brilles encore
Devant mes yeux, tu fais tous ces efforts
Mais ça fait longtemps que j'ai compris
Tu reviens de la nuit
Et ça fait drôle
Si pour une fois
On inversait les rôles
Si pour une fois
On se parlait de toi ?

Fais tomber le masque
devant moi
Laisse tomber le clown
pour une fois
Fais fondre la glace
devant moi
Laisse pleurer le clown
de temps en temps

Je t'aimerai comme avant
Pas besoin de faire semblant
Je t'aimerai comme au temps
où tu m'inventais des histoires
avec du rose, du bleu
pour qu'on les aime tous les deux

Si tu m'disais c'que tu dis jamais ?
C'est vrai, la terre est ronde
mais le ciel
n'est pas pour tout le monde
et t'as passé l'âge
d'avoir du courage
Pour courir après des mirages
Moi j'ai qu'un petit cœur
que tu prends dans tes bras
la nuit quand il a peur
mais qui s'bat plus fort quand tu es là
Les sourires et les lunes
que tu me décroches
je les ai là: Au fond de mes poches
Je t'ai gardé des tas d'histoires
faciles à croire
avec du rose
avec du bleu
et toutes ces choses
qui n'appartiennent qu'à nous deux

Alors fais tomber le masque
devant moi
Laisse tomber le clown
pour une fois
Laisse fondre la glace
devant moi
Tu peux laisser pleurer le clown
De temps en temps

j'espere que je puis parler beaucoup de langues etrangeres

je souhaite que je puis parler beaucoup de langues etrangeres comme mon professor.
Bien que it soit difficile, je voudrais essayer d'apprendre l' allemande, l'espagnol ,le japonais
et l'italien

some sayings

love is such a nature that it changes man into the things he loves
----Martin Heidegger

kiss of a spider woman

sigh, poor me

还是写写中文，想当初俺还在屈原杯古诗词大赛获奖呢。
提起笔想到的是寻寻觅觅，冷冷清清，凄凄惨惨凄凄，咋暖还寒时，最难
将息，凝眉的时候，我想到的是无可奉告花落去，似曾相似燕归来，还没有
回过神来，另外一句又闯进我的脑海，此情可待成追忆，只是当时已惘然。

今天去买墨水，看到laura pausini的cd，15块，差点买了
不过知道我买了会后悔，还是没有买，穷学生阿
相比之下，这英文却是太贫乏无力，我觉得爱伦坡的anabelle lee 翻译成中文
也不过soso
最近在读一本书叫homosexual desire, 好我脑子里对gay的概念更清楚了
搞了半天gay是那帮直人创造出来的概念，自己吓自己
我也在看一本自传beautiful mind，看的我后悔没有学数学
不然我可以去princeton混混，一定很心潮澎湃的

还在看herodotus写的历史，觉得简直是奇闻轶事杂谈，我选了个历史课，不知道
以后怎么样，法语课程还可以，老师太pp了

上帝保佑我的痔疮快点好，希望上帝反应快点

aimer

Roméo et Juliette:

R: Aimer c'est ce qu'y a d'plus beau
Aimer c'est monter si haut
Et toucher les ailes des oiseaux
Aimer c'est ce qu'y a d'plus beau

J: Aimer c'est voler le temps
Aimer c'est rester vivant
Et brûler au cœur d'un volcan
Aimer c'est c'qu'y a de plus grand

R,J: Aimer c'est plus fort que tout
Donner le meilleur de nous
Aimer et sentir son cœur
Aimer pour avoir moins peur

R, J, Chœurs: Aimer c'est ce qu'y a d'plus beau
Aimer c'est monter si haut
Et toucher les ailes des oiseaux
Aimer c'est ce qu'y a d'plus beau

Aimer c'est voler le temps
Aimer c'est rester vivant
Et brûler au cœur d'un volcan
Aimer c'est c'qu'y a de plus grand

Aimer c'est brûler ses nuits
Aimer c'est payer le prix
Et donner un sens à sa vie
Aimer c'est brûler ses nuits

Aimer c'est ce qu'y a d'plus beau
Aimer c'est monter si haut
Et toucher les ailes des oiseaux
Aimer c'est ce qu'y a d'plus beau
Aimer...

laura Pausini

K-maro femme like u

{Refrain:}
Donne-moi ton coeur baby,
Ton corps baby hey
Donne-moi ton bon vieux funk,
Ton rock baby,
Ta soul baby hey
Chante avec moi, je veux une femme like you
Pour m'emmener au bout du monde, une femme like you
Hey
Donne-moi ton coeur baby,
Ton corps baby hey
Donne-moi ton bon vieux funk,
Ton rock baby, ta soûl baby hey
Chante avec moi, je veux un homme like you
Bad boy tu sais qu' tu m' plais, un homme like you
Hey

Quand tu chantes, j'oublie
J'ai plus le moindre soucis
J'ai le mal qui fuit,
Tu donnes un son à ma vie
Et puis j' sais pas qu'est-ce qui s' passe,
T'as ce regard dans la face
Qui me ramène à la case départ, là où j' suis parti,
Nous ramène à la soirée du bar quand on est sortis
Et c'est cette même complicité qui s'installe,
Ou quand on est sur la scène
Et qu'on brille sous la même étoile
Quand ta voix croise la mienne, que j'ai ta soul dans mes veines
Que mon vibe coule dans les tiennes
Femme t'es belle mais quand tu chantes t'es sexy,
Flash sur elle, rock, soul baby

{au Refrain}

complice on leur donne un bon son, like...
A la tv, Mary J.Blige glamourous, ton style et ton charme t'es fabulous
Un délice pour un macadam
Mhhm baby baby, si tu savais comme j' te mhhm baby baby
Crois-moi que l'atmosphère est parfaite,
Et plus tu chantes, plus je j' glisse sur la pente et j'perds la tête
Deux vies, deux voix qui s' rencontrent
Deux histoires qui se racontent
Une chanson pour le dire,
Y'a les mots, les images pour le décrire
Une belle rencontre à l'ancienne,
Prends un flash! y'a d' la magie sur scène,
Le rideau tombe et c'est terminé
Une belle collabo, des mots sur une feuille, pour se rappeler

{au Refrain}

Donne-moi ton coeur,
Donne-moi ton corps,
Donne-moi ta soul,
Ton rock'n'roll
Je veux une femme like you
Un homme like you

{au Refrain, x2}

magic boulevard

Elle voit des films
Cent fois les mêmes
Les mêmes crimes
Et les mêmes scènes

Elle travaille seule
Elle place les gens
Dernier fauteuil
Ou premier rang

Les phrases d'amour
Sur grand écran
La nuit, le jour
Ça lui fait du vent

Elle vit comme ça
L'amour des autres
Mais quelques fois
Y a l'image qui saute

Elle vit sa vie dans le noir, bizarre
Pour toujours elle maquille son désespoir
Au magic'boul'vard

Elle laisse tranquille
Les amoureux
Qui ratent le film
En fermant les yeux

Elle vend ses glaces
Avec ses rêves
Un sourire passe
Au bord de ses lèvres

La demoiselle
A lampe de poche
Se voudrait belle
Pour faire du cinoche

Parfois quelle chance
La salle est vide
Pour une séance
Elle devient Ingrid

Elle vit sa vie dans le noir, bizarre
Pour toujours elle maquille son désespoir
Au magic'boul'vard

Elle voit passer
Des gens connus
Des gens glacés
Qui ne parlent plus

Jamais la foule
Ne prend sa main
Ses larmes coulent
Avec le mot FIN

ANGEL

Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it OK
There's always some reason to feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction or a beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
Let me be empty and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

Chorus :
In the arms of the Angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you feel
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the Angel, may you find some comfort here

So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escape one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees

[Chorus]

In the arms of the Angel, may you find some comfort here

firelight

Sissel

piano

In music she is immersed
By music she communicates
sex and music and feminity

Indochine:a daughter betrays his foster mother and abandons her son



A country's history is condensed into a few persons' experience.






The unbearable lightness of being

Life is as vulnerable as the wings of a dragonfly.
Don't forget the basic human value, to enjoy individual freedom in a maddening crowd
This is a dilemma. To be together, we feel anxiety , to separate we feel loneliness.

The monologue that has moved me most

 

My darling, I'm waiting for you - how long is a day in the dark, or a week?

the fire is gone now, and I'm horribly cold.  I really ought to drag myself

 outside but then there would be the sun.I'm afraid I waste the light on the

paintings and on writing these words..We die, we die rich with lovers and

tribes, tastes we have swallowed,bodies we have entered and swum up

like rivers, fears we have hidden in like this wretched cave.....I want

all this marked on my body.We are the real countries, not the boundaries drawn

 on maps with the names of powerful men...I know you will come and carry me

out into the palace of winds, the rumors of water... That's all I've wanted -

to walk in such a place with you, with friends, on earth without maps.the lamp's gone

out and I'm writing in the darkness...

The age of Innocence

I love adultery stories, especially those with futility and a sigh
I do not know why.
Maybe life is a just lie
so we need to steal a star in the sky
though we do that on the sly
dear, dear mankind
we need stability and a little indulgence sometimes
so enjoy the stories even though we dare not try

A Room With A View



Your eyes need to feed on the scenery outside the window.
Your desire is seething in your heart like waves bellow.
The moon sails by your side while you are dreaming at night.
You stand there, to satisify others' eyes.
You decorate many suitors' dream in the same way
that the moon embelishes the lonely bridge and silent bay.



Embracing the real but kissing the imaginary




I know in music I will forget all my unhappy entanglement with the secular entities
and I kiss the the image in my vision although i know it is an illusion.

Could you let me enjoy a momentary peace and warmth?


The film named the bugsi street

.

the transgendered and perverts just want to pursue a momentary pleasure like a butterfly from the cocoon. How long can they enjoy their beauty and freedom in the sunshine? Their appearance has an evanescent aesthetic value and the emptiness of their souls makes them cling to the superficial values.

Psycho

A Poem I Wrote when I Woke Up from a Nap



I heard a voice whispering in the corner of my room.

Denny! Denny!! Denny!!!

My heart startled like a star plunging into the ocean blue

Denny , Denny, where are you? are you driving off my gloom?

The yellow leaves outside, shining and fluttering, go to their doom.

A shadow is lingering and lurking in the closet,

as if you were there....

Here is lying a cold body in bed waiting for warmth

But where is the other?

Denny , Denny, Come out! Why ,like a small horse, are you
whinnying?

You have come along the wire like a signal ticking .

You are coming, you are coming, like an angel invisible...

are you not ashamed of disturbing my peaceful sleep?

are you not guilty of burdening my overloaded heart?

are you not penitent of poisoning my mind with an illusion?

I jumped up and pounced on " you"

Denny, Denny, you are there, right?

please wait and wait , there is something for you...

A white smoke, a reverberating sound and a lonely self

Denny , I caught you , you are safe in the cradle....

Denny, I killed you , your youth is immortal

The black cat is sneering and its tail is waving...
Your body is my arms but your soul is leaving,

Where are you going? I ask you

to the lighthouse of the UK, where you can see the beloved soul?
to the skyscape of China, where you can find someone pampering you ?
to the desolate North Pole, where you can enjoy yourself in the looking glass?

Denny, Denny, you are still not sure?

I know you are scared, what are you afraid of ?

There is a Father -of -the- Law, there is a Father-of-the-law..

My heart is torn apart, mourning for you and myself

Please go , please go, I have your body

though your soul is wandering for another purpose

there is a human being less and a vampire more...

I heard a voice whispering in the corner of my room
Kevin, kevin, where is Denny?

Kevin, Kevin, where is Denny?

I don't know denny , I know Daniel more.

De tuer est une jouissance

KILLING IS A JOY



When he erupts, the volcano roars and bleeds.
Nodody can tell if he is insane or in a tantrum.
He is happy with his savage,devastating influence.

When I want to kill, I want to release the evil to feed
A bloodthirst is resuscitated in my depth of my spiritual stratum
On the instantly impulse I will pounce on him with all my strength