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Mysłowice/Wrocław 12-2 (Happy hours 22-24)

Refusal to think

People aren't born free
They are born with broken minds
We too have broken minds.

What if we had mind-blowing ideas?
Selling them doesn't work
It never worked.

Every Marx and Engels
Had a Lenin and Stalin
There should be Lemmings.

Ideas aren't born with love
They are born with hatred
But with forgivness.

Like a T-Bombs
(T stands for Think)
Blowing a way to hell for everyone.

Laughter, boredom
I don't give a shit
Nihilist gods are like whores.

Our dreams have been auctioned
Mine with a least price
Because I only had my soul.

We dreamed about winning a war
But we never won a battle
Our generals are lying in their graves...

I took an AK and a vodka-grenade
Full manslaughter ammo
But no will, so no genocide.

Kids died in wombs
I couldn't lift a finger
Even my lungs.

[Wybiłem monety dzieciństwa
Błękitne niebo stało się karmazynowe
wybite pałkami zęby mleczne.]

I sold myself in blue
You're in hospital white
Not this number, not seven eight eight

Springtime park and dead swans
I'd like to say i don't regret
I lost something. But I can't imagine what.

I'll buy a memory of happiness
As a souvenir only
I always demand, not please.

[Three-versed poetry
I never really liked it
besides - poetry is dead.]

"The first breath you take when you give up"
is the first breath you take when you wake up.
Willpower ninety-nine.

Silesia-Lisbon.

Coma White

I fell for white powder

anything

The rich and famous
The blood and sperm
We can't be living this life
We can't be living this shit

The majority of shit
The minority of being stupid
Not murdering little children
Not blowing up the Embassys

Killing people seems the right way
But, wait, it isn't
The shit is right here
There's 24 megaton hydro bomb

There shall be One Thousand Suns
There shall be Gods
There shall be no people
There should be white flag and no alcohol

"When we should be weeping with rage
Or at least be rattling our cages
Look at us now - we are over
Look at us now - there is nothing"

No roads, no heavens
No highways, no hells
No streets, no limbos
No killing, no lives.

You shall be as gods...
When you grow up
If your ever grow up
Thou shalt have yours Paradise.

21.11.09

Combat report

Sir
My right hand and leg are KIA
Face is burned in 96 degrees
Painkillers have finished
I've got about 999ml of white alcohol
and 615mg of cocaine
Is it gonna end me?

Sir
Shit is in me
My brain has melted
I'm radioactive like Pripyat
Black motorcycle through grey clouds
Vomiting with blood and bile
Is it gonna weaken me?

Sir
Flight 911, carrying death to Japan
Burned with Viet Napalm
Valkyries don't want me in their heaven
They say it's for heroes, not for cripples
Ferryman wants to take me in
Is it gonna cost me?

Sir
Devil is playing his piano
Lucifer is stoned
Murdering little boys in womb
Strangling girls in cradles
Burning old people in their homes
Is it a way to live?

Sir
I'm waiting for help
Seeking cavalry
Thinking about ways to escape
Trying to get up
Closing this report
Should I give up? Or give in?

The ways to live, the ways to die, they all seem the same to me. When humanitarianism dies - transhumanitarianism is born.
Being a human is not enough in being Good Man.
Not everyone deserves Gran Torino.
Over and out.

Seelenlicht - Love's Final Hour

"When I met you on the cathedral steps
You were the English rose who pierced my lonely heart with your thorns
You're cheeks was flushed as a ...
and the autumn colours buried in your hair inscribed with the ruins of the love itself
I took your pale hand and led you through London's forgotten alleyways
and down beside the meandering swillen river Thames
Through the railings of queens house we saw crows plucking on the gore entrails of dead cat
But I was lost in the green balls of your eyes

As we recall our favourite Shakespeare in sonnets
we scattered breadcrumbs among the squabbling pigeons in Greenwich park
I try to kiss you beside the pond and that's when you told me that you were engaged with another man
You said this would be our last encounter
and thanked me for the time we've spend together on that hot, Sunday afternoon
So I urge you behind the boathouse, grab your delicate throat in my two shaking hands and took the light from you in a jealous rage"

Igły II i III

Starsze:

Nie mieszczę się
w cywilizacji
choć jestem na nią
za chudy

20.08.07

Skończyły mi się pieniądze
w restauracji, w której
na talerzach serwowano
Moje życie

21.08.07

Igła I

Got bit of bored halfway to heaven
just happy that didn't get lost
came back to hell
they greet me with vodka martini