miércoles, 29 de septiembre de 2010

The Little Man Who Wasn't There

Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
I wish, I wish he’d go away...

When I came home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn’t see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door... (slam!)

Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away.

martes, 22 de junio de 2010

Felon

when your life is forever defined by a single action it changes time. It feels like a thousand years ago in my body but in my mind...it feels like it happened yesterday. You know that feeling when you come home and see your wife and kid? Try to imagine the unimaginable. When I came home and saw them lying there...exposed. Covered in blood. My little Maria's broken legs were spread so far apart...they dislocated her hips. She was 7 years old. I wanted those two...punks...to experience what I did. I wanted them to know the unimaginable, and I gave them that. I killed every member of their families. Their bloodline wiped clean. I took their madness. I purified it. Before I killed them, they knew that loss.

John Smith.

domingo, 9 de mayo de 2010

Perception vs Reality

She said, did you think that you were dreaming?. I said, No. She said, did you think that you were dreaming?. I said, No. She said, did you think that you were dreaming? and I said sometimes I don't know.

was it real or was I dreaming? sometimes I dont know.

was it real or was I dreaming? it's so hard to tell.