tirsdag den 15. maj 2012


















A hundred of years
And millions of crying.

Thousands of years
An ocean of tears.

Blood sweet and thick
As chocolate and milk.

A crocodile kill and eat
Of hunger with no fears.

A crocodile don’t spill
No crocodile tears.





























onsdag den 25. april 2012









no danger 
in this
modern world

no bones 
or love
are cracked 

nothing’s a fake
nor burning 
or controlled

nothing changed
no one to blame
everything’s a fact















fredag den 3. februar 2012














I am not The Beatles.

I am not time or life.

I break some hearts.

Blame it on the floors.

Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha.

Got no witness!














fredag den 20. januar 2012

torsdag den 12. januar 2012


















Friheds Konvoj.

Skænding af faldenes lig
Og et hundrede lastbiler

Skyd ikke rytteren
Men skyd hesten

Bombe Iran til bidder
Unaturlige ting for tiden

Spis dit tørre brød
Olie og gas resurser

Den store britiske verden
Bruger kunden

Brændt gummi
De knibler din hjerne

Mennesket er af det onde
Og 1000 gange før set

(stjålet og skrevet)
































fredag den 6. januar 2012

onsdag den 28. december 2011













Cultural Neutral And No Dependence.


There is a thousands of years between all the words and split seconds in millions of light years.

































onsdag den 14. december 2011










Brain Tumor.
Brain Bug.  
Brain Attack.
Brain Death.

Brain Dealing.
Brain Shock.
Brain Damage.
Brain Waste.

Brain Palpitation.
Brain Child.
Brain Disease.
Brain Less.

Brain Beat.
Brain Failure.
Brain Aid.
Brain Fuck.

Brain Cock.
Brain Rock.
Brain Gagged.
Brain Bob.



















fredag den 9. december 2011
















Standard & Poor’s.

This child got bleeding hands.
And no good credit for money.

No soul or nationality.
All benefit for the wrongs.

So this land is drying up.
Just a problem for the living.

This has no meaning.
And I don’t care at all.

Now my heart runs dry.
And this is not a song.


























onsdag den 30. november 2011

































Batman.

I Ate Ten Cows.
Wrote One Fucking Song.
A Dead Poem.
No One And No Love.

Talking Money.
Stand Tall.
Better Talk To Someone.
What A Fallacy.

War Rehears.
1’st Of December.
The Devils Horn.
Beat Bands.

I Bought A Love Train.
New Frontage.
Go To Denmark.
Knock On The Door.

No Music.
No Trains.
No Love.
No Pain.



























fredag den 11. november 2011













Business Star.
Angry Bird.
Mother India.
Modern Europe.

King Money.
App Store.
Mecca Love.
Crying Love.

Software Print.
Damaged Word.
Image Seized.
Front Door.

Well Fare.
Debutants.
Eat Words.
Take Care.


































torsdag den 10. november 2011













1422.

fat buddha
skinned jesus
dressed girls
ocean pearl

burning god
police sirens
dressed allah
dog smells

fat mother
fat father
big fat son
fat daughter

black music
motor ways
much money
meat ball

heaven and hell
one breath away
take good care
words of water























tirsdag den 8. november 2011













DIE.

I’m not
this sick
on sundays

I can’t move
my finger’s cold
as the moon

I better go back
to where
I came from

I put you
in a sack
all bones cracked

I die
on the floor
cry forever more

I should lie
borrow some
bye bye baby

I steal you
nothing changed
nothing planned
















tirsdag den 1. november 2011












The Flounder at the bottom of the sea
Knows nothing about Somalia
Or the iPhone and will never know

Similar to us
We just live at the bottom
Of a greater deeper sea

We are locked and blind
Think what we do is important
But we’re just tumbled around

Great men are all around us
Real life and imbeciles
Stains on your white shirt

Intelligent and important
Like a simple knot
You try solve it up















torsdag den 27. oktober 2011











No weapon can arm me
What I want to do to you

One wild day in the sun
That never raised in the sky

The TV stations broke
No one have no hope

I’ve seen things
You people wouldn’t believe

Attack ships on fire
Off the shoulder of Orion

I watched C-beams glitter in the dark
Near the Tannhaüser Gate!

So right now please tell me
Even a stopped clock

Makes the right time
Twice a day.



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