segunda-feira, 8 de junho de 2015

The minority

I've been off my meds for months now
I've been hanging on but can't
really say how
There was some bad blood
some knifes thrown
But I've grown
I'm worthy of this throne,
Still I'll throw you dogs a bone
A piece of advise
to the so called wise
Be youselves who the fuck
cares 'bout society ?
and whoever they demand
you to be
You may not have a choice
once kicked down on the floor
But it's your decision to stand up
or stay down,
You're worth a lot more!
You allow people to define
your destiny
They control your dreams which is
a huge fatality
They mold you, they bend
your mind
They impose for you to
leave your essence behind
You hold yourself back,
You can't show how you feel
You become their puppet,
nothing in you is real !

You dress how they tell you,
you must be polite
Trends define what you should
or you shouldn't like
Don't bother to think that
they're doing it for you
No, there's pretty much
nothing you can do
So you lie down on the couch
watch some T.V
The so called show of reality
They feed you lies,
They teach you what you must learn
Money is all that matters,
That's what you fight to earn
No, there's no concern
You're doing fine son ...!
What if the media tells you
that it's not around the sun
the Earth revolves, what then?
Obviously first you panic man
Because if they said it it must
be true
And that's the difference
between me and you
I hate being lied to
Manipulated with selected
information
I feel this increasing frustration
This is all so mundane
And I'm the one who's insane ...
I'll keep smoking
While I wait for you to see
That the one with a problem
is not the minority
But if you want to follow the
herd be my guest
I sincerely wish you all the best

You go ahead and keep swallowing those toads
I did that once, hated it,
Swallowed loads
Nowadays I say fuck that shit
I'm high again throwing the world a fit !


MKS

          I DO NOT OWN ANY RIGHTS OVER THE SIMPSONS CHARACTERS 


terça-feira, 2 de junho de 2015

Insomnia Capitulo XIV

De modo a batalhar contra esta desagradável solidão
a Loony criou duas interessantes criaturas conhecidas por
Massacre Brothers.


                    Shibie             e         Tinkie


Pode-se dizer que eles são os seus amigos imaginários embora possam ser vistos pelas outras dolls  visto que a imaginação da Loony foi forte o suficiente para o conseguir.
Estão familiarizados com a representação de uma pessoa com um anjo no ombro e o diabo no outro, bem eles são algo desse género. Bem excepto a vertente angélica claro.
Os gémeos, como são chamados, conseguem ser tão semelhantes e tão diferentes ao mesmo tempo, é bastante fascinante que uma mente destroçada como a da Loony consiga providenciar criaturas tão magnificas.
Shibie herdou uma grande parte da demência da Loony, mas ainda assim a sua malícia é o ponto alto da sua peculiar personalidade, não há quaisquer tipo de boas intenções naquele pequeno e negro coração.
Podemos dizer que ela é a personificação do egoísmo, o alimentar de um ego que se pensava estar perdido para sempre.
Este pequeno diabo acredita que as dolls sairão vitoriosas venha o que vier, e este  é exactamente o tipo de confiança de que todos necessitamos aqui. Portanto foi acolhida de imediato na família Voodoo. 
Tinkie, o segundo gémeo, pode parecer completamente maluco à primeira vista o que não é inteiramente verdade.
Sempre a rir-se em qualquer circunstância, aquele sorriso constante poderá deixar-vos desconfortáveis. Seriedade é uma palavra que certamente não consta no seu vocabulário. Ri-se na face do perigo e isso é o suficiente para afastar o medo, é sem duvida a melhor arma da Loony contra a sombra da tristeza que a tenta assoberbar de tempo a tempo.
Tal como Shibie também Tinkie foi muito bem aceite pelas restantes dolls.

                                      " This world always seemed too big 
                                                    and messy to me 
                                         Don't you come as they want you 
                                                              to be 
                                        Common sense is not my thing baby
                                           we don't reason shit, we are crazy
                                                     Oh such a mess 
                                                   I do must confess 
                                            Each day I care less and less 
                                                  Show us that smile 
                                                       Hold on to it 
                                                 Just for a little while 
                                                She'll pop another pill 
                                                    'cause the world
                                           Made her forget about free will  

                                                  
                                                    You can't scare me 
                                                  You can't frighten us 
                                                  You can't run nor flee
                                                 We came to start a fuss
                                                      You can't beat us
                                                      at our own game  
                                                  So now you'll give up
                                                       what a shame 
                                                     We are nutjobs
                                           and proud of that kind of fame"

Continua ...


Insomnia Chapter XIV

In order to fight back this nasty solitude business Loony
created two interesting little creatures known as the
Massacre Brothers.
                                                      
                                        Shibie        and          Tinkie

You can say that they are her special imaginary friends although they can actually be seen by the other dolls since Loony's imagination was strong enough to pull that  off. 
You know when a a person has a devil and an angel on their shoulders, well these fellows are pretty much something like that. Except for the angelic part of course. 
The twins, as they are called, can be so similar and so different at the same time, it's pretty amazing that a broken mind like Loony's could come up with such magnificent creatures. 
Shibie inherited a big part of Loony's dementia, even so her malice is the highlight of her peculiar personality, there are no good intentions whatsoever in that tiny black heart. We can say that she's the personification of selfishness, the feeding of an ego thought to be lost forever. 
This little devil believes that the dolls will be victorious come what may, and this is exactly the kind of restored confidence we all needed in here. 
So she was welcome straight away to the voodoo family. 
Tinkie, the second twin, may strike you as completly bonkers which isn't entirely true. 
Always laughing no matter the circumstances, that constant smile can leave you uncomfortable and uneasy. Seriousness is a word that most certainly doesn't belong in it's vocabulary. 
A laugh in the face of fear can actually scare the sucker away, it's most certainly Loony's secret weapon against that shadow  of sadness that tries to take over her from time to time. Same as the other one Tinkie was well accepted by the remaining dolls. 


                                      " This world always seemed too big 
                                                    and messy to me 
                                         Don't you come as they want you 
                                                              to be 
                                        Common sense is not my thing baby
                                           we don't reason shit, we are crazy
                                                     Oh such a mess 
                                                   I do must confess 
                                            Each day I care less and less 
                                                  Show us that smile 
                                                       Hold on to it 
                                                 Just for a little while 
                                                She'll pop another pill 
                                                    'cause the world
                                           Made her forget about free will  

                                                  
                                                    You can't scare me 
                                                  You can't frighten us 
                                                  You can't run nor flee
                                                 We came to start a fuss
                                                      You can't beat us
                                                      at our own game  
                                                  So now you'll give up
                                                       what a shame 
                                                     We are nutjobs
                                           and proud of that kind of fame"  
                     

                                                To be continued...