1. Grab the nearest book ( Read more... )

they're looking for something beautiful
and they're looking so hard
but they aren't going to find it
not here in this world
that beauty has left them
that beauty has left them forever

The song of maddness

It's lyrics are desire

It's notes are desperation

The strings are crying

The voices are dying

This is our song

The song of sadness

To it no one dances

There are no second chances

This song does not repeat

This song can only end

An open letter to Europe from Herbert E. Meyer who served during the Reagan Administration as Special Assistant to the Director of Central Intelligence and Vice Chairman of the CIA's National Intelligence Council. His DVD on The Siege of Western Civilization is a nationwide best-seller ( Read more... )

I want only you ( Read more... )

Cassius, ebdinum. Calloway, hathowith. Isis, hasis. Corris, kyri. Corral, die. Dasis, porry. Carris, sondy. Alis, azis.

I put a spell on you... And now you're mine... Ooooh..!

Azriel kals hera udem ascies vas kara... Vas kara iedum mi parra!

how long can i keep walking forward when there's a gun pointed at the back of my head? how far can i go when i travel only in darkness? can i reach my destination when i can't even see through the shadow cast by my inevitable death? i won't be allowed to leave this path. i can only walk straight. i can only stay in front of the gun, putting ( Read more... )

In this place, you have to hide the good things that you have. If they know you have them, they will want them too. The good things don't change anything... But they simulate happiness for a little while. The bitter, angry ones need that because they don't ( Read more... )

The dead. Corpses. Useless shells, severed from their former glory. Where's the beauty? Wasted, ugly, dead by forty... There is nothing here. All is gone. It will be so it is. What a waste...

Have a nice day.

Actually, it's a song... A very peppy, upbeat, hyper song ( Read more... )