glimmers/glimmering

25.01.2008:

‘So many girls, wearing sneakers. Felt like fuckin heaven.’

27.01.2008:

‘To all the wild chicks here, ninja jumping, crowd surfing, not just standing there, looking beautiful.’

30.01.2008:
magica, 22:16:40:
може да е тъпо, но повечето хора това правят
Ру, малкото, 22:17:28:
повечето хора ако осъзнаваха кво правят щяха да се застрелят ако имат милост към себе си
Ру, малкото, 22:18:19:
тиии имаш проблема с мисленетоо*

P.S. Translation. Tried to do it as literal as possible but Roo’s style is too unique to be transmitted.

magica: ‘It may be stupid but that’s what most people do anyway.’
Little Roo: ‘If most people realized what they’re doing, if they had mercy they’d shoot themselves.’
Little Roo: ‘You have the thinking problem.’

three of a kind

The three songs that define me currently. I’m confused. And the fact that the longer I think about it, the more confused I become, makes it even, guess what, more confusing.

Won’t try expressing now, just quoting, but I’ll try to put it down with my own words in a couple days, I’m curious how it’s going to sound then.

There’s a gutted room, pitch black at noon, beneath a hidden door
Deep within, you’ll find the attributes of every sunken man
Who must bang his head against the dead each day he tries to stand
And he’s standing pressed against the very woman that he loves
Kissing eyes and lips, embracing hips, surrendering to her touch
And just at the very moment that he touches heart to heart
She pulls from his touch, cause it’s too much to mend what’s torn apart

It’s so hard to be the man I would be if hatred and fear no longer appeared
I swear I’ve become the skin of a drum, the heart of a man, divided I stand

vs

I never liked your hair
Or those people that you lie with
But I’m not satisfied
Until I hold you tight
And I love you endlessly
Darling don’t you see I can’t be satisfied
Until I hold you tight

vs

How can I not smell your lie
Through the smoke and arrogance?

Thank you for making me feel like I’m guilty
Making it easy to murder your sweet memory
Not dead but soon to be
Though I won’t be the one who killed you
I’ll just leave that up to you
I’m not gonna be here to revive you