Brunhild
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About Me
Hello everyone! I'm a living form that has developed a most unnecessary condition that allows me to be conscious about my own existence. This way I can have the marvellous ability to perceive a load of nonsenses since my limited senses will only drive me throught methaphors of the reality. Thereby I may be a metaphor that translates itself into a social interaction to you, if you're not already a part of a delusion of my sick brain or we're all a delusion of individuality. Either way, nice to meet you/me/us, you weirdo.Blogs I follow:
Preguntas
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- My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2011-12-18)
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Borracha con ganas de escribir delirios:
II
Su mano alargada arrulla
el misterio de la pared de maquilladas sombras,
mientras sus ojos duermen en irrelevante astucia.
El reflejo del instante que no mira,
la caricia de una luz insostenible.
¡Duerme ahora!
Que las paredes dirán que a contraluz te recuerdo.
que alargué el silencio con una caricia
y nunca con armado temple.
Que somos sombras
y silencio latente.
Que te levantarás y sin vislumbrar la sonrisa,
sabrá qué sientes el muro que me separa de ti.
- My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2011-11-20)
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(Source: younglovesuchdumblove)
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(Source: we-are-but-stardust)
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Sally Mann
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Necesito gritar, saberme aquí
no en los lazos invisibles que unen mis pasos
Con el pasado, con el porvenir y una sonrisa.
¿Habrá algo que decir que no grite el mundo por sí mismo?
Estoy cansada de callar
pero callo porque me cansa pretender susurrar
a pies de este estruendo.
El mundo que fluye, que jamás se detiene
me suelta a la deriva de este mísero naufragio.
Y sin querer sé, que las ilusiones volverán a acumularse
¿y qué haré entonces, cuando de nuevo me abandone al desconcierto?
Sí, nadie lee esto, por eso…
younglovesuchdumblove
When I go, I go alone
There ain’t no one ever looking out for me
Just the sun, my own lean shadow
And the wind out among the trees
Home, it’s far beyond long lost horizons
Home I’ll never see
For I’ll be a prisoner of the road
And I hold no key that will ever set me free
Most humbly on my bending knee
I’m begging you to help me, please
For I’m a prisoner of the road
And I hold no key, I hold no key that will ever set me free
(Source: eg-reise-aleina)
eg-reise-aleina
we-are-but-stardust
Me And A Gun
5am
Friday morning
Thursday night
Far from sleep
I’m still up and driving
Can’t go home
obviously
So I’ll just change direction
Cause they’ll soon konw where I live
And I wanna liveGot a full tank and some chips
It was me and a gun
And a man on my back
And I sang “holy holy” as he buttoned down his pants
You can laugh
It’s kind of funny things you think
at times like these
Like I haven’t seen Barbados
So I must get out of thisYes I wore a slinky red thing
Does that mean I should spread
For you, your friends your father, Mr. EdMe and a gun
and a man
On my back
But I haven’t seen Barbados
So I must get out of this
Yes I wore a slinky red thing
Does that mean I should spread
For you, your friends your father, Mr. Ed
And I know what this means
Me and Jesus a few years back
Used to hang and he said
“It’s your choice babe just remember
I don’t think you’ll be back in 3 days time
So you choose well”
Tell me what’s right
Is it my right to be on my stomach
of Fred’s SevilleMe and a gun
and a man
On my back
But I haven’t seen Barbados
So I must get out of thisAnd do you know Carolina
Where the biscuits are soft and sweet
These things go through you head
When there’s a man on your back
And you’re pushed flat on your stomach
It’s not a classic cadillacMe and a gun
and a man
On my back
But I haven’t seen Barbados
So I must get out of this
rawpleasures
