Alla inlägg under juli 2009

ANNONS
Av Christian - 19 juli 2009 14:35

40 år sedan en av de stora gränserna överskreds, och framtiden började se ljus ut. 40 år sedan en människa "boldly went where noone had gone before".

 Så när ska vi andra kunna lämna den här stenen och dra iväg?



"We choose to go to the moon. We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard, because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone, and one which we intend to win, and the others, too."

 - JFK

ANNONS
Av Christian - 17 juli 2009 18:52

... finns nu upplagda här:


 http://hemlox.bilddagboken.se

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Av Christian - 16 juli 2009 13:29



We weep for the cry of a bird,

but not for the blood of a fish.

Blessed are those with a voice

Av Christian - 14 juli 2009 14:06

...Anna påminde mig om hur ruskigt bra den här är, och för att Abney Park dessutom gör en sjuhelvetes bra cover på den:


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qeStverCu2Q


When you were here before
Couldnt look you in the eye
Youre just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
And I wish I was special
Youre so fuckin special

But Im a creep, Im a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I dont belong here.

I dont care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When Im not around
Youre so fuckin special
I wish I was special

But Im a creep, Im a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I dont belong here.

Shes running out again,
Shes running out
Shes run run run running out...

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
Youre so fuckin special
I wish I was special...

But Im a creep, Im a weirdo,
What the hell am I doing here?
I dont belong here.
I dont belong here.
Av Christian - 13 juli 2009 16:07



I don´t know what happened.

I don´t think any of us - few though we may be -

really knows for sure... so we just keep running,

and hiding.

Seeking refuge.


I don´t know what happened,

but as always there are rumours.

A military experiment gone wrong.

Radioactive fallout.

A meteorite.

An alien.

A mutated virus.


When push comes to shove,

it don´t actually matter what caused it.

Somewhere in the West, they say, somewhere in the West

the dead first started coming back to life


In the very beginning those who witnessed it thought it was all part of an elaborate hoax, a practical joke from someone with a seriously twisted sense of humour.

But alas, that was too simple an answer.

The dead were coming back to a dreadful resemblance of life,

and that was it, really.


The dead walked the Earth,

and if they saw you, they attacked.

They attacked with a fury and a hunger to make the most ravenous of gluttons pale in comparison.

The dead walked, and the rest of us had but one thing to do;

We had to run.

Carry what we needed the most,and run.


At the time we didn´t know where to go,

we only knew what we were running from,

and that alone was enough to put fear into the bravest of hearts,

and pain into the strongest of souls.


We spent years running.

Running, and seeking refuge.


Av Christian - 7 juli 2009 17:28


July, month of heat

Like hammers striking me down;

Low skies and thunder

Av Christian - 7 juli 2009 17:26


June, midsummer, zenith

Of the endless wheel of time

The dark now returns

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