I've decided to give it another chance. The battle against the machine must be won!
Ok.
Actually the reason of giving this another shot is because i would like to post some random writings, poems, rambblings.
stop th e bullshit
here goes:
blow draft blow we overthrow white
covet duvet they blanket
pierce the red it's facet
red red shine the casket
we blow throw and blow to the
flow hear the growl
in the cold white draft blow
yellow grow and spout we
dream to overthrow to blow
and like bears we sleep we know
that the cold that blows theres
a draft that traps our soul
and face the cold to earn
the dole and walk the cold
in hellfire to the plow
in the hole of your soul your white (bow)
and arrow through the draft
swifts the hold of the ghouls
loose in the fold of the moll
to send us to the hold of the gargoyle
we dug a burrow in the cold
tracks we move in fast though
all the blow draft blow no
hope to overthrow
that drop on your eyebrow
where bluebirds fly to flee
the cold and to ease the hold
in the tremble 'fore the
bold and stand in the dark to
ease the toll and the etiquette
tells us to withhold and entwine
our mold that keeps our soul
in hold and freeze in the cold
and manipulate our dole.
inspired. winter. and the wonderful track of radiohead by the same name.
