The end Is Near


I hear them calling,
I heard them shouting,
My voice is croaking,
No other sound escapes me,
I’m free falling,
My heart is beating,
The world is closing,
The sounds are softer than I’ve ever heard them before,

I can’t stay, and live, another second, In this emptiness,
I feel, the white page in my book of misdirections,
I’m falling, I’m losing all sense of what is me,
I’ll enter, the future, the future me,

The end is near,
Its not fear,
It’s here,
Love is here,
They can hear,
I can hear it,
I see it clear,
The facts are right here,
The mere thoughts of losing does’nt break me down but I embrace,

The changes, the magic, of the afterlife where i belong,
The moving, I feel it moulding, Itself into scar so deep,
I’m falling, I’m losing all sense of what is me,
I’ll enter, Ill enter, the future me

The end is near,
Feel the ice,
Cloth the water,
Break the ice,
Make a prayer,
Believe in me,
And embrace,
The future that is me.

Zebri-sh and gay People


Considering the fact that 5 out of every 7 people have a clique on earth,i believe that were all infected with a horrible,yet severe, case of zebrish. Zebrish is the term i like to use when reffering to the pattern of socialisation between human beings. Yeh, that girls in this clique and yeh, that boys wearing converse all stars, but what does it really mean?!

It means that zebrish are the perfectly acceptable ways of behaviour accepted by groups of people. The concept of change falls under Zebrish or is it the other way round?You can’t be unique without looking different and you cant be different without looking odd. So lets take a moment to really reflect on what were meant to be…zebras. Running in packs, changing as the bigger man wants us to change, doing as we see is done,copying what our fellow co-workers, family members, and friends tell us is perfectly ordinary behaviour.

I don’t think its perfectly ordinary to go to the mall every weekend and drink cappucino’s with a bunch of whiny dramatic teens. No. I like to spend my saturdays indoors playing monopoly with my cat Casper and my fish Bono and Hellen.

Fine, i don’t wear leggings with a skirt and I certainly don’t like dancing with creepy old men next to the bar. It’s ok to go against the zebrish pattern! Whats ticking off is, this facebook fad, or is it twitter? No,no, i saw it on facebook. I don’t log in for 48 hours and people are allready following this westernised or it it africanised way of writing status’. They say its numbering people and reffering to them in your status’, some sort of we are all one true nation crap fetish. So I’m there reading these status’ and thinking, why do people allow themselves to fall in to an ordinary, more than acceptable way of copying eachother. It’s not oneness it’s tragic. Hey mr. #500 shut the fuckup! Yeh, great. But why?!

Gay people rock. Cause, yeh I’m watching True Blood season 3 and it’s like some awesome shit in the planet shit but it’s great how the gay people are made to be equals! They kiss and their totally doing their own thing. It makes me abit horny looking at it but the point is: its individual, free and awesome. They have their way of doing things, but don’t start becoming gay. Just know, thats a good comparison.

So like the migration we all troup to the District of the Sun. Where we’ll set up tent for a vacation and party hard together. Not me, Vatti and Mutti want me here but everybody else is charmingly extrasising(is that even a word?) their democratic right to zebrish. I advise you, if you ever wanna just stop and be your own person, stop following other people.