re_animator's Journal

Хроника перманентного безумия
Take a little walk to the edge of town, go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms like a bird of doom, as it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires, in the humming wires,
Hey man you know you're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge, past the mills past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with a red right hand.

Наконец-то заехал на совок, и купил DVD-дисков. А то что за дело - весь диск засран, еще и людям фильмы обещал.
Бэбиков развелось - я ебу...
Да еще и охуеть каких пафосных, с презрительными взглядами: мол, что это за волосатый и бородатый 80's freak с Ником Кейвом в ушах, сигаретой в зубах и порочной, издевательской ухмылкой?
Короче - мне, замшелому гот-рокеру, теперь и посрать негде. ;)
Старею, наверно...

You'll see him in your nightmares, you'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of no where but he ain't what he seems
You'll see him in your head, on the TV screen
And hey buddy, I'm warning you to turn it off
He's a ghost, he's a god, he's a man, he's a guru
You're one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan
designed and directed by his red right hand.

Current Mood: exhausted
Current Music: Verushka - The Fruits