moonsimorfin

[einHund]

the consolation of the coming day...

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[einHund]

pull to the bottom of the pornographic abyss...

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[einHund]

it is customary to write a written speech, but we will limit ourselves to a couple of words...

 

[einHund]

the wreckage of a spaceship without evidence does not prove the existence of even space people...

 

[einHund]

she is from that perfect world, from which i was driven away in disgrace...

 

[einHund]

all the kilograms of pure snow and boiling water of the lilac sea will not save her from herself...

 

[einHund]

Something i am in this huge world, which will surely come to an end very soon - something i clearly did without the consent of Jesus Christ...

 

[einHund]

what is the guy behind the curb fighting for?

 

[einHund]

don't be a surprise to your own daughter that she should be a son...

 

[einHund]

what will remain of Marilyn Manson's completely burned cassette recordings if you forget matches and a can of gasoline?

 

[einHund]

Hello mr. Superantichrest, what's your last word? hello mr. Porno Star, what are you going to do with his carcass and giblets?

 

[einHund]

i may be sleeping with my eye open, but my mouth is always ready to eat your house. my head is ready to steal your food and my knobby ankle always takes what belongs to it by definition.

 

[einHund]

the revolution in her bed will inevitably end with the bloodshed of a neighboring, weakened link that is not worthy of being on the same wave with a flying ship on wheels with golden wings.

 

[einHund]

the son with a weapon in his own hand - went to take someone else's life, pulling out of his own consciousness, something like memories of his own mother....

 

[einHund]

Riviera Paradise is the harshest place i've managed to visit in my pathetic history, which records in one sheet of paper bent in half.

 

[einHund]

a nobody like me will never get to the final line, where a bowl of cut fish and caught milk will be waiting.

 

[einHund]

in complete solitude - each of us finds in our own hands those who we really are. the father's spirit is being swept to hell...

 

[einHund]

hatred of one's own neighbor has grown above the blue sky, from which bombs and long-range missiles are raining down on the heads of innocent people every day...

 

[einHund]

acid rock, psychological rock, instrumental rock, progressive rock, blues rock, texas blues, acoustic blues and torn mouth blues.

 

[einHund]

what did you say? what did you say again? the end of your own land? the beginning of the end of the hot sand leaking from my lunch mug?