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Av Christian - 23 augusti 2009 12:01


'Love' is making a shot to the knees of a target 120 kilometers away using an Aratech sniper rifle with a tri-light scope.


This definition, I am told, is subject to interpretation. Obviously, love is a matter of odds. Not many meatbags could make such a shot, and fewer would derive love from it. Yet for me, love is knowing your target, putting them in your targeting reticle, and together, achieving a singular purpose, against statistically long odds."

 ―HK-47, Assassin droid.

"Star Wars - Knights of the Old Republic 2: The Sith Lords"

Av Christian - 21 augusti 2009 12:51

... kvar nu, på bästa jobbet jag haft, och sen är det ut i arbetslöshet, fattigdom och förvirring. Oh, the joy.

Abney Park: "Downtrodden"

Once I was complete,
The earth, firm, under my feet,
My back was strong, my body fleet,
Now I ache allover.

I learned each virtue I was told
I worked hard to avoid the mold
But as I saw my life unfold
There was no place for me.

It was hard when I begun,
Each day harder it has become.
My only future was undone,
And nothing has replaced it.

There is nothing left to gain,
All that's left is to maintain.
Just to stand is too much strain,
But there is nothing else

I once believed in everything,
I once had faith in my ring,
Of my own world I was the king,
And now I am a beggar

I'm tired guilt, I'm tired of crying.
I'm tired of work, and finished trying.
I'm tired of living, and scared of dying.
But there is nothing else

I've been beat, I've been broken
I asked for a place, the world has spoken
I was asleep, but now that I've woken,
I preferred my dream.

It will take great strength to pull me through,
This challenge unseen, which I must do.
To make a "me" I never knew,
But I'm already spent. 

Av Christian - 19 augusti 2009 20:04

August, summers´ end

The first nightchill, closed windows

teatime for the soul


Av Christian - 15 augusti 2009 17:28

Lost in words of anticipation
Lost in worlds of revelations
23 and 5 resulting
Equally absorbed their sigh

And I need my chemicals!
I need your chemicals!

Are my dreams gone?
Are my words forgiven?
Are my deeds undone?
Am I now forgiven?

The walls of this chamber
were made to set you free
So soft, so clean
My friend, where have you been?

And I need my chemicals!
I need your chemicals!

I'm a revolutionary
A christian fairy tale
I'm a missionary
A visionary anarchrist
I'm a full moon fever

I'm a non believer
I have hope and I regret
I accept and I neglect

And I need my chemicals!
I need your chemicals!


And I need my chemicals!
I need your chemicals!


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

Av Christian - 17 juli 2009 18:52

... finns nu upplagda här:


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

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