Be my friend
advice and merciless critics about my dreadful character.
Set a
chase after me when I go to some party place and follow me there to convince I’m
not having fun without you.
Send me
texts at 4 a.m. asking how my master’s paper ‘s doing.
Listen to me when I’m happy as well as desperate.
Give meadvice and merciless critics about my dreadful character.
Set a
chase after me when I go to some party place and follow me there to convince I’m
not having fun without you.
Send me
texts at 4 a.m. asking how my master’s paper ‘s doing.
Bring me
your empty bags to get them filled by my self-made roast turkey and pastries.
Swear me
down when I get far too tough.
Kiss me
when I’m sober and hide me when I’m drunk.
Tell me
if my armpits are getting wet or if a piece of food gets stuck in my front
teeth.
When I look
suspiciously quiet come up and give me a substantial hug.
Scare me,
pop out of the corner, roaring and grasping my head.
Make the
most doltish jokes of me and with me – and laugh madly until I start laughing
too.
Be sure of
me, ‘cause I’ll never let you down.
Trust me,
for I’ll never betray you.
Be my
friend, since I’m already yours.
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On the way to the weekend
I really feel like writing in Eng. Maybe because I've been doing that quite often lately. Popped in here just for a couple of words: wanna tell everybody the simpliest universe truth. Work is the best remedy and it cures every kind of trouble: broken hearts, split minds, unreasonable and reasonable violence, spleen and the other shit. So go down to work, dear authors and readers and me, of course. And don't forget about a break for a friendtalk, better in real.
Wish sweet weekend to everybody - no corpses in you dreams and no dolts in your way)
Faithfully yours,
Bane
Wish sweet weekend to everybody - no corpses in you dreams and no dolts in your way)
Faithfully yours,
Bane
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You will dislike this part of me for certain.
Have you ever felt like killing people? The feeling approaches you
slowly and a creepy thought grasps your mind. You look at somebody and
realize that if heshe was an evil person and you got to know it you
would definitely take a pleasure to let that person join the immensity
of the dark. Then you imagine the way you would kill the sucker and feel
that calmness reaches your consciousness. Not excitement, not satisfaction -
but a simple calmness.
And then I stop these corny thoughts - I'm
not a maniac after all. I love people. I help them willingly. I even
have some friends I would die for if necessary.
So what's wrong with
me? What am I to do with the evil inside me? I don't know. And as it
often is I'm too much a coward to set this question to anybody who loves
me and is eager to help. Just not to frighten them by retelling the
dream about dabbling them with gas and setting them on fire I had last
night.
slowly and a creepy thought grasps your mind. You look at somebody and
realize that if heshe was an evil person and you got to know it you
would definitely take a pleasure to let that person join the immensity
of the dark. Then you imagine the way you would kill the sucker and feel
that calmness reaches your consciousness. Not excitement, not satisfaction -
but a simple calmness.
And then I stop these corny thoughts - I'm
not a maniac after all. I love people. I help them willingly. I even
have some friends I would die for if necessary.
So what's wrong with
me? What am I to do with the evil inside me? I don't know. And as it
often is I'm too much a coward to set this question to anybody who loves
me and is eager to help. Just not to frighten them by retelling the
dream about dabbling them with gas and setting them on fire I had last
night.
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