Sophisticated brain scratch

Wishing you find a way to disappear? It's an unrepetable, wicked, simply infernal opportunity to visit hellish, burning pit. You can even come across the inquisitive Devil himself or bogeymen. Ridiculous? Bizarre? Not at all, after ages of smoking fixes of high quality weed, taking right into your weak veins angel dust or other drugs from the local wide assortment, you'll get to know what does it mean to really freak out, space out, you'll be totally befuddled. Nevertheless, remember, when seeing with the Evil have some courtesy, some sympathy and some taste. This enigmatic place is also well known from night, not rarely lethal chases of the guests what is a decadent, spooky, vexing and for sure unforgettable experience. Exquislte, uniform and omnipresent perfect darkness will give you the worst nightmares and impressions you'd ever had, so you won't even think 'bout coming back to the rueful, adrifted, virtuous world. Feeling lika the light is betraying you, your paranoia will get worse with a face that awakes when you close your eyes, when you fall, watching everytime you lie, watching everything, crawling right underneath your bruised, blue skin. You'll find bliss in ignorance. Right, what you may have read ( I dunno care, really) is a sample of my common Hwk from English language (practice). I was going to put it earlier, but time takes too much time, so I was restricted mainly by it and by some lil chats. Well, what can I tell you, my kids with guns...Well, I've grown fond of my mate's description. It says "Rozpierdolę Całą Tą Szkocję!". I'm in a big need of not so sad n spooky songs. Yeah, yeah, I like those mentioned much, but I can't drive on more. It's fuckin summer almost, isn't it? You demand a real lethal/fatal news? My brother's just come back home. Okaerinasai n go aw'y nope!!! Och, n I haven't mentioned yet. Also Spike's gone without any word, only erasing his description. He thought I will not notice? His fuckin (no matter tha mine too...;) programme's crashed? Ach, I've got it, I've got it! He doesn't like me anymore n further. I can only say, that I despise people who act lika this simply awful way. HOWEVER it doesn't necessarily mean that I'm gonna to treat him lightly. It's just one of my central thoughts. I must also admit that I dunno like very much putting here 'smileys', emoticons etc.(run out of names, callings), so if I eventually put one then you can see clearly, not (instead of dozens of them in the pink, awful blogs from annoying me girls mainly-about it wider in a next post. Yeeeeeah, I'll SLATE on them!!!) a mess (mess in my room, mess in my head, mess in my home, mess in my soul-btw) of my feelings, but...I dunno care^^Oko, oko, one comes, another goes aw'y to play billiard, reportedly with a naked girl, but it's a bull shit anyway, I know. To be honest, I didn't think I'd write 'soł macz' for you here today. I'm free, you've got LOTTA to read. Have fun n good luck.

A Stranger's candy takes you where you wanna be...

No one's here to talk. My brother's just left, so I came. You know what I have done? I 've brushed my teeth. Interesting, glazing, isn't it? No image caused by it's lack. I applied white base on my lashes, waiting for it to dry. It's a sunny day today. It's time to wear some freaky cloth. I'm thinking about some working girl, Geisha boy called Mau. I ponder over what he'd write or do in a moment like this. Right...15 minutes or so n my lashes look lika butterfly. I'll quit for now kids. However I'd rather prefer to stay n wait for Spike f.e. But I'll set off on the bus with incredible, music from the new dimension. Have fun n good luck for t'day.

A Stranger met in the train.

When you hear a proverb "Dunno go with tha stranger" I'll do, quite the contrary... I just fuckin love shoping and you cannot cure it.

Dead disco, dead funk, dead rock'n'roll!!!!!!

Mess in my room, my green, gorgeus sandals are the only thing which lie in a tolerably tidiness. Eightteen, in hot red colour roses in a vase. A small but pretty bouquet of yellow roses lying on my table, waiting for me to put it to water. As far as I remember, a trown bra lying on the carpet. A glaumour shirt from my favourite H&M dispassionately lying on my not made up bed with careless, light bedding. Something sweet to throw aw'y-chocolates...The view from my room, in the day of my birthday and in the day of my enchanced freedom. Should it look like this, or maybe somehow else? Nooo, it could not look better, it could be any freaked out more, 'cos it's my b-day... yeeeah.

Tales of a no-people town-o-village.

No road signs, holes in the roads, that you'd better get off of your car, take it on your back and put it safely on the end of the hole. Okay, I can certainly agree that here are plenty, och, dozens of old, formerly German built-I think-almost ancient, with this characteristic Adam's family fence on the roof, mystic villas. All right, all right, I can understand, I am able to, that some cities, regions have a little population, but this, but this? This is like a Silent Hill. I'll slowly start to walk as quietly as it is demanded in F.E.A.R. When looking at the bilboards or advert spaces you may think "yes, here's everything you need, the best assortiment". Shippai! There's no eating places, so it keeps me thinking by my hypothesis. It's like in France when Louis the XIV ruled: "Everything for people, nothing with them". Maybe the water (o, again mizu desu, isn't that puzzling?) may have been poisoned, as the guide in the "Mysterious Underground Town"-which has been visited by me, by the way -has said. The ucity was a complex of bunkers almost like S.A.C built by not just anybody, but the Hitler himself. Spooky experience. Or maybe the atmosphere, guirkiness and beauty consists in this no-human phenomena, on this little graveyards with silent, wild peartrees sitting on the baulk? And my cognitive abilities haven't developed themselves enough to that high level yet? Rain falls down. J' lika' lost in far a'wy space. Pic has been specially found for someone who likes this colour.

No people, no people, NO PEOPLE at ALL

When we arrived and went to the center, I was surprised of the fact, there were very little people, so as cars. Why then, when it's the longest weekend in the year? They put food with past the date. People are blind even if they're on vacation, they're running about. I don't know who. Yet >). I think, I know why when looking around this rotting, old, broken buildings, pavements, firestation, roads, hotels, just everything. Maybe the mayor ordered to his citizens to sell such old stuff and to keep this worm-through stock. Then they take the control over of the infected minds of the not-so-poor-as it can seem visitors and tell them or if they have much more intelligent, developed, advanced level weapon, that use their power of mind, telepathy in order to say what they'd, have to do. The mayor could have felt endangered, that his town-o-village can stop existing, like the whole land one, dark time. May it be. The councillor continue keeping visitors blind, by serving hectolitres of a water called "Heilwasser"-with rotten eggs smell as I think. It is widely known, that water with this smell kidney has theoretically a good influence and all the "good" rest (elements etc.), so people with unnecessarily changed frequence of mind, the friction didn't cause so much damage as it was thought, they drink it believing in it's healing abilities. And then, there, it really doesn't matter that it could be a NORMAL water with an odor added into it , that the whole, ridiculous, just plastic tool on which the water falls down might have been stolen from any patisserie in the country, best, from a northset one, so no one would doubt or suspect.