memphisto

I know where you go when you dream as strange as that seems.

many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade.many a young man shed his life blood on my blade.the bastards hung me in the spring of '25...but I am still alive.

Whatever

She's a hypnotist collector, you are a walking antique.

Ka is a wheel.

every evening when he gets homeTo make his supper and eat it aloneHis black shirt cries while his shoes get cold

Turn off your mind relax and float down streamIt is not dying, it is not dyingLay down all thoughts, surrender to the void,It is shining, it is shining.Yet you may see the meaning of withinIt is being, it is beingLove is all and love is everyoneIt is knowing, it is knowingAnd ignorance and hate mourn the deadIt is believing, it is believingBut listen to the colour of your dreamsIt is not leaving, it is not leavingSo play the game "Existence" to the endOf the beginning, of the beg...

She appears in his dreams But in his car and in his arms A dream can mean anything.

Another day done.. one more day then it's training for the rest of the week.

Thought it was 5 days.. turns out the new computer isn't going to be here until the 24th or so.. >

"They seemed so long ago; they had always seemed too good to be true, as though he had been stealing shin­ing hours from a normal person’s life."

:/

Images of broken light, which Dance before me like a million eyes,They call me on and on across the universe.

They're underneath the house where I do quite a bit of stowin'

“You can’t rungod lives in foxholesand he don’t move for no oneI had plans, like so many plansbut as it turns outwe just look good on paperthese rubber bullets just won’t do itI’m afraid we’ll need more."

Well that was easy... new computer on the way.

I am lonely but you can free meAll in the way that you smileTell me why...

House of a 1000 Corpses is a movie that never gets old.

"It was his own grief turned magically to song that echoed across the grounds and through the castle windows."

There was a band playing in my head and I felt like getting high. I was thinking about what a friend had said. I was hoping it was a lie.

Feels just like a Sunday on Saturday afternoon.

she said she was a magic mama and she could throw a mean tarot and carried on without a comma that she was someone I should know.

I gave those bitches a smiting. Bitches love smiting.

Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica, in nomine et virtute Domini Nostri Jesu Christi, eradicare et effugare a Dei Ecclesia, ab animabus ad imaginem Dei conditis ac pretioso divini Agni sanguine redemptis.

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