talk about
long time no see
trucha
here comes the man
sigurdr
the dane
here to save you all
he sings
tremendous melodies
of doom
in your backyard
hit me
under a shobby tree

Lightning & Thunder nestle two bodies
into each uvver, lighten cliffy slopes
rage in the rocks.
Here and there a drop is dripping
on the curvy roof of the shack
going tick, motherfucking tock!
The white bitch sleeps contentedly,
breathes lightly and lets the wheather
do its antics.

[ based on a poem by L. T. - a creative translation, really ]

love's wicked power
defeats death
its power
is so strong
therefore
we always
have to be
in love
the dude
abides
oh, sweet maude
let me touch
your sweet lips

carter
didn't get killed
by a woman
another
freudian slip
oh,
sweet unconscious
the bailiff wasn't a female
with her sweet
working-class accent

slow is the hunter
tracking down sluts
and hoes
on a lighter note
food, drink and wine
will be made
available
soon

sluts and hoes
bitches and tricks
only the power
of love can
defeat their
enemies

meryem
oh sweet one
in all your
beauty
you
create
our
death
when
bad tidings
are undone
in the gaze
of kali

Plants bloom upon rotting corpses
Buried in the soil.
The sun is similar
To ä black tide of mud.
Hidden pleasures make me tremble
With delight.
Underneath the surface all is love
And death.
I watch the devil play
With humanity
And have his way
With us day after day.
The roses are drunk on blood
And so are we.
In the guise of beauty and doom
Spring unfurls its foulness
And awakens to apocalypse.

(original version by r.)

Every time I
read
"facade"
I pity the poor
cedilla
ousted by the
perfidious
Anglo-Saxon.

FAST
IS THE GRIM REAPER
SLOW
IS HOW HE WORKS
WITH A WOMAN
IN THE SUN
HE SPIES ON YOU
WITHOUT MERCY
WITHOUT TRUCE
HE WRITES YOU
HIS HANDS OF DEATH
CALL YOU
TO HIS OFFICE.