English – Page 47 – Scriptorium '77

stupidity makes the headaches grow

darkness swept over the sea
there is nothing more important than history
don’t blame the ones who don’t know
teach them, make them grow

Breaking the Chain. Flooding the Clouds

There can be doubts
When you cruising the clouds
If you want to break free
Take the highway to eternity

White Mind Behind Fences

The heat makes me tired
High temperatures are definitely not what I desired
When I thought about summer

Cooking My Brain

Another midnight lies ahead
Could go to bed but instead
I’m writing down my thoughts and prayers
To the hours past and all their layers

the only thing i can think of is sex

the shadow moves
without pausing
or even thinking
it does what it’s told

if i wasn’t my sunday lazy

let me tell you something
sunday is my day of rest
it’s for the best
i use my brain for something else today

drifting surrogate

here is darkness liquid dreams
nothing there is real, it seems
you touch a velvet form
but eyes see one purple coloured storm

The Weed Is My Oyster

Smoking weed alone is a waste of time. Because the pictures don’t just need out; they need talked about. Imagined in circles. Taken by storm. You know? What I’m talking about?

russian spam betting

this one might count as an experiment
it’s vaguely directed to all you russian bots out there
basically said: i don’t care about you and your buddy
put in your thoughts on this

Roughing Up

This is the place where we are born
Those are the ideas we learn
From relatives and friends
From the streets and from trends