mercredi 11 août 2010

INDIGO CHILD


«Il est admis que la verité d’un homme c’est d’abord ce qu’il cache»


Body always is a medium to our minds

i do take generalities for truthable values

arent we?!

i was affraid to say:

ITS TOO LATE TO CONTROL

and tv told.

Im on a perve connexion im bleedin in someways i dont know

few letters on a bible down my feet

AMBUSH AMBUSH



Baby, you’re so bright

Im on my second tranfer

Is religion learnin you respect?

Aren't them roots quite similar?

ASK PEOPLE DOWN THE NIL

A man who never seen the light before

emprisonned in his own jail would picture the glee through an outrageously wicked black melted with a curious greyin high rainbow.

You just used to this thin existence

and somedays you frankly end up sleepin so far.

Insomnia.


Lover,i can feel the O2 comin straight to your lung

im near to suffocate feelin the space its comin into your throat

let me open the door and make your body stand please!

Your down body posture telling bad stories and a dog wouldnt even snivle you.

Neither Bacon wouldn’t paint you moreover because he could.

Its a insane game.

See the big man you are

Im not mystificating its been too long in the dark

When a man fight for a respect that they don’t own or give a shit about

let’s scream!

let’s divide our words everywhere.

Let’s take shoots..proper common sense?!

dead bodies// down bodies// freak bodies// inverted bodies// sick bodies

It’s been too long without a peace

Think we r all seekin pleasure

lets respect ourselves and other before being a PROPER WILL.


Please baby don’t pull down into the dark i can see the light

and every colors makin me feel the happyness at the most that i could die.


vendredi 6 août 2010

PLEASURE IS ALL MINE


Charming words to come out of his mouth

grant him for that smile on that face.

We live in a smoky life lightened by a small coiner street village window.

Night is makin you back on what you are

I guess we no need a grasp of serenity at this time

it is as it IS

mooves and body shapes for this water girl

Brained window, our sight is gettin sometimes what is all about

And this simplicity awaring our eyes.

And our heads got a smokin flesh.

Hidin skies.

Is this awaring our sight?

I guess our cotton plants felt right enough to burn into tears

Our heads on the floor it seems that some stuff got a lifedown here it feels small we are.

It feels good to ear that.Thank him twice for me.

Avoid any doubting values.

it is as it ACT

TIME IS MOVIN INSPITE OF DESIRE ON A MACRO SITE


You barely know that you got someone of a high rank when silent ain’t tragedy..

Love is about yourself

Love is inner pride

If you consider that ego statetement

and look into yourself and try criticize

You get the reality

its simply comes as it is callin ya!

We are so history but highly proud of our stories

Don’t you need self proof through the action?!

Then epiques relief of the antiques might had the rythym..

High fly your steps you’ll see.

THIS IS THE HUMAN DYNASTY.