Thursday, July 11th, 2002

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12:39a	Великолепная песня. Без сомнения, лучшая на альбоме... So let's be done with this. You said "I want you, I don't want another, I want a girl who knows how to suffer." Chalk down my hands, I need to work the bars dry. So now you're in the middle of someone terrible and you're carrying a tiny crucible. Every raw boy want relief. You tough guys with the glass jaws, your pins, your backstage laws, your French positions, your stripper damage. It's more than you can hide, more than you can manage. I'm done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear you'll be the last one. I'm done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the black cotton mafia. You dream of a girl with silver skin, you dream of a girl cooled and thinned. She's gone a bit blue around the edges. You want a girl who sucks her thumb when she comes, you're just looking for a clean sleep. She doesn't want to see you, she wants to be seen by the cameras, the crews and the soft machines. You want a girl who could suck the chrome. You're so rocked and wrapped in anguish, some little tragedy I'm slow to extinguish. Watching the suitors stagger home, now I'm butcher, now you're bone. I'm done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the black cotton mafia. I'm done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear you'll be the last one. It's documented, tequila scented. You want a girl who's pale and bled, you want a girl who's easily led. Her slim hips, your tight grip, tell me it doesn't hurt just a little bit boy. Come in, copy, she doesn't read you, she fed the hand that bit her, she doesn't need you. Your fill-in girls, your soft metal foxes, your white receipts, your big, black boxes. Life doesn't mean telling lies, it means enduring what you despise. I'm done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear you'll be the last one. I'm done, I'm through. Current Mood: high Current Music: Recoil - Chrome (Comment on this)
2:57a	Грустно... Здесь, посреди ночи, в своем темном склепе я размышляю - с кем мне завтра после работы выпить брюта\красного сухого\мартини экстрадрай\пива\whatever... С metalnikov@lj? Пожалуй, нет - это обычно заканчивается дебошем на 2 дня. Так что только в выходные... Кроме семейных (обязательно семейных) пар polinezia@lj\vavilov@lj и tiphareth@lj\aculeata@lj хотелось бы с девушкой, которая пишет самые добрые комменты к моему бреду (я говорю о _alita_@lj, но... не мой уровень - мне так высоко не подняться... (задумчиво) к Эл, чтоль, съездить?.. Current Mood: sad Current Music: Recoil - Chrome (11 Comments | Comment on this)
3:08a	Хроника перманентного безумия Помучив бас-гитару понял, что мои ногти нуждаются в срочной стрижке.... Current Mood: annoyed Current Music: Current'93 - Good Morning Great Moloch (Comment on this)
3:27a	Поставлю любимую песню... Rose Clouds of Holocaust Rose Clouds of Flies Rose Clouds of Bitter Bitter, Bitter Lies And When The Angels Of Ignorance Fall Down From Your Eyes Rose Clouds of Holocaust Rose Clouds of Lies....... Rose Clouds of Twilight Truth Rose Clouds of Night Rose Clouds of Harvested (Love, All Alight) And When The Ashes of Life Fall Down From The Skies Rose Clouds of Holocaust Rose Clouds of Lies..... And Festivals End As Festivals Must From The Hooded Crows of Rome To The Falcons of Zagreb Oh, Mother Victim of Jesus Lie Down in Sydney's Dust For Festivals End As Festivals Must Current Mood: high Current Music: Death in June - Rose Clouds of Holocaust (Comment on this)
3:39a	Yeah! Symbols of The Sun Symbols of The Snow For Those Who Go Beyond For Those Who Go Below The Fatal Fall, All Fossilized For Love Had Gone, I'd Realized But what Could Replace And Utilize The Hunt for Time I'd Idolized Symbols of The Sun Symbols of The Snow For Those Who Go Beyond For Those Who Go Below If Blood is Another Colour of Hope Then What Is Love What Is Love? Symbols of The Sun Symbols of The Snow For Those Who Go Beyond For Those Who Go Below In This Swamp of Reverie The Book of Thorns And Destiny If Only I Could Truly Be Current Mood: high Current Music: Death in June - Symbols of the Sun (1 Comment | Comment on this)
11:36a	Совсем охренели... What kind of LJer are you? (1 Comment | Comment on this)
5:18p	Хроника перманентного безумия С ума сойти... Полдня перебирать охренительно сложный, огромный и грязный агрегат (куда пришлось лезть полуголым, потому что смокинг все-таки жалко), по предложению второго нашего механика сделать перерыв на обед, после чего оставить эту хреновину в разобранном и недоделанном виде и забить всем офисом на работу ради инет-серфинга. Агрегат необходим в работающем виде в понедельник, а завтра ни о каком ремонте не может быть и речи, потому как пятница. ;) Current Mood: weird Current Music: Brian Eno - Thursday Afternoon (5 Comments | Comment on this)
6:14p	Интересно, откуда в моем личном рабочем компьютере вдруг появилась поддержка японского языка, если я ее никогда не ставил? Current Mood: amused Current Music: Brian Eno - Thursday Afternoon (Comment on this)

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