fuck the easily offended

it's this joke, I know why it's funny, I can explain why it's funny.. but it can't make me laugh

I don't feel a thing

p.s - end of "life of others"

I love my fuckin life :]

I'm a sick motherfucker and you can't take that away

p.s - end of "black cat, white cat"

it's just me here, 5am. I'm doing a movie marathon now and cheating the fast a little bit - I'll go to sleepy really really late and wake up at like 7pm or something, straight from the bed to the fridge :D noone said it was illegal!

different times are coming, in which I come to sense, I start to understand myself, even, rachmana litzlan, like myself P:

next thing I'll be a fuckin dipshit. but hey, it happened before already XD

I got one more movie to watch :] six overall, and then I'll play the PS2 to DEATH!!

gmar chatima tova, fuckers.

wish you BURN IN HELL 

I am the robber that asks please

I am the kid who takes the tease

I have chosen not to see

 I do my own autopsy

I am the one who is outdone

forever in the shade, my father's son

I am the one who's always wrong

I am the one who's gone

in my wandering I killed the child I used to be

I'm staring in dismay at what growing up has done to me

I still remember all those little dreams I used to dream

it was terrible, it was beautiful

I am the target of the stones

exhibit A has got no bones

whoops I'm a joke again, standing stunned

I'm completely dumb

in my wandering I killed the child I used to be

I'm staring in dismay at what growing up has done to me

I still remember all those little dreams I used to dream

it was terrible, it was beautiful

Ice Age

what I see, it isn't real

I see you in screens, in screens and nets

but noone asked me how I

feel about it

what I think is typed in me

what I touch is made of air

but noone's ever asking

how we got there

put me on ice to prevent me from rotting

take out my eyes to prevent me from talking

words we speak are common shit

even touch cannot say more

nothing really moves us anymore

put me on ice to prevent me from rotting

take out my eyes to prevent me from talking

a square standard two floor army bed

it gives discomfort upon seeing it

three of the same,four corners each

connected with screws and a metal cable net

how can you tell something's changed when it undoubtfully isn't?

things have corners inside rooms

turning the lights off doesn't change it

they're just staring back at you

they're empty and the light outside is shifting

I question your reality

I'm trying to define it

what I see and what I touch

what is warm and what is cold

what is known and what is else

I turn it upside down but it still

looks the same to me there must be

something to it if they all are looking..

everybody is not here

for all I know they might be dead

even though it don't make sense

this silence sounds like it shawn't be disturbed

how can you tell something's changed with all this air unstirred?

if the pain I feel is real

go and try explain the dents

tell 'em we're just lumps of particles

even though it don't make sense

I question your reality

I'm trying to defy it

what I feel is out of touch

all the while I'm getting old

the more you know you're getting less

I turn it upside down but it still

looks the same to me could there be

nothing there when nobody is looking?..

I sit back and feel the goosebumps

screaming son of a bitch

I think I think methodically wrong

maybe I'm right to hate myself, I'm so annoying ain't I

what the fuck is wrong

back in me again

take what you need and leave

I'm sitting with a cup of coffee

wishing it was something stronger

I really sucked at everything I've done

I don't deserve your company, guess that's why you're not here, aren't you

what the fuck is wrong

back in me again

just tell me when I'm allowed to breath

straps and ropes and rubber balls

standing shaking against the wall

now I'm gone

now I'm gone

I can't look at what I've done

he's not there

he's not there

what's that warm and wet against my feet

oh shit

what the fuck is wrong

back in me again

take what you need and leave

I don't deserve to live

the A-bomb is coming.

the ace.

carolyn sends kisses and sex from hungary :) I can't find your blog again T_T

unfortunatly I was told that all of my friends are on their way to tel aviv so I have no time to read her blog :( will do it tommorow, probably in like 6am P:

think what is your place in the avalanche you are watching.

I don't know how warm feels anymore, I'm trembling in the sun like a dead leaf on a tree, hanging on by the nails.

there's no real reason but the faint hope left, which is already bent out of shape.

I know what is the right way, yet I can't follow this path. I am weak. I'm sorry.

(the horror.. the horror..)