(arrogant, ignorant, incoherent, cocksure,
foolish, selfish, rude and so on...),
but this here could help:
Some people are idiots
(arrogant, ignorant, incoherent, cocksure,
foolish, selfish, rude and so on...),
but this here could help:
(arrogant, ignorant, incoherent, cocksure,
foolish, selfish, rude and so on...),
but this here could help:
The beauty of failure
I wish I could tell you my fears, I wish I could close my eyes and let you know.
Instead I look back on a reflection of a fool I used to be.
A useless soul trapped inside a body of another.
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I wish I could write you a lie, but my thoughts are clouded by the beauty of reality
and therefore I have no need to be writing a fairy tale.
My conscience is in a world of truth and beauty.
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I wish I could listen to you, to the stories you tell and the things you want to share.
I am fortunate of what I have become and I feel free.
I endeavour to maintain this noble state of mind.
AWM - 3rd of June 2014
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Red is for lovers and green is for chillers, blue is for the lazybones. The rest of the spectrum is for the remnant, infrared and ultraviolet included.
I defianetly do not take as many long showers as I used to. I still love the beauty of it and the art remains. This is incomplete and there is more to come. Water is precious and my tub has not only been blue but has been colorful too. Whatever you are thinking about now... STOP! Find your own creations within your phantasies. The tub is mine.
Oh my god I think I have a...
And I quote: "I wish I were blue."
Hanging from thin lines.
Not everything that shines is gold.
Why so selfish?
Living a dream or dreaming of a life. The grass is always greener on the other side and I got bored of the color blue. Things change and our perspectives do too. We all have our own personal evolution - we learn, grow and evolve. But sometimes we all hide in the forest.
Today I'm a food photographer, but these are not your usual food shots.
Long, long.
Looooong time ago,...
there were two of a kind that had a choice of being one. One and one kind of a FEMAle only.
YES!
This is the story of the two funky a&s mo*herf*$kers dressing up as b*tches.
So, who said what... WHo dAT b*TCh!!?
But Please... what ever you do, always remember to use your *'s and $'s on you profanity!
I'm not rude, I'm just crazy. Read the browser title.
Looooong time ago,...
there were two of a kind that had a choice of being one. One and one kind of a FEMAle only.
YES!
This is the story of the two funky a&s mo*herf*$kers dressing up as b*tches.
So, who said what... WHo dAT b*TCh!!?
But Please... what ever you do, always remember to use your *'s and $'s on you profanity!
I'm not rude, I'm just crazy. Read the browser title.
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Lovers, lovers in pain. Come little baby, don't be a shame.
I'll do you good. I'll do you fine. I'll get you back, back to be mine.
If you need to act like a h*e. Do it. I've already done it. Now it's your turn.
Please don't be a bore like the rest of us. I loose myself in what I really am.
Not everything revolves around you. Not everything is about us.
Time is on our side for now. Tomorrow is unknown. Lives will end.
I'll do you later. I'll do you for a while. I'll use you as I desire.
If you really think life's a b*tch, you're right. It is just waiting, to be f*cked.
We waste and taste all of the good. Yesterday was bitter but today is better.
Not everything revolves around me. Nothing ever is about us.
Today I'm a winner. I've tasted the love, I've had the pain.
I'll do you tomorrow. I'll do you real good. Who cares if I want you.
If you need me, then please do. But I will not be the one to take care of you.
My patients has left a bitter taste to myself. I now am bored of who you are.
Not every thing revolves around us. No thing is ever for ever.
Andreas Warren Matti - 13.03.2014
Lovers, lovers in pain. Come little baby, don't be a shame.
I'll do you good. I'll do you fine. I'll get you back, back to be mine.
If you need to act like a h*e. Do it. I've already done it. Now it's your turn.
Please don't be a bore like the rest of us. I loose myself in what I really am.
Not everything revolves around you. Not everything is about us.
Time is on our side for now. Tomorrow is unknown. Lives will end.
I'll do you later. I'll do you for a while. I'll use you as I desire.
If you really think life's a b*tch, you're right. It is just waiting, to be f*cked.
We waste and taste all of the good. Yesterday was bitter but today is better.
Not everything revolves around me. Nothing ever is about us.
Today I'm a winner. I've tasted the love, I've had the pain.
I'll do you tomorrow. I'll do you real good. Who cares if I want you.
If you need me, then please do. But I will not be the one to take care of you.
My patients has left a bitter taste to myself. I now am bored of who you are.
Not every thing revolves around us. No thing is ever for ever.
Andreas Warren Matti - 13.03.2014
"If I had one wish I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss" - Eminem
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Other but that this post has absolutely nothing to do with Marshal Mathers.
And as always, Enjoy.
I found this images in my archives, I don't remember where it is from or where I took it. Isn't it weird how we just don't remember things and on the other hand we never forget certain happenings...? I believe in a world where dreams can and do come true. Sometimes I struggle, I know we all do. Days go by and life stays the same although we wished it and fought it to change. But it just doesn't. This is the time: reality, life, facts and/or -call it what you want-, hits hard. It hurts. That doesn't mean it's time to quit, right!? Right! There is something inside of you and the ones that search for their purpose and I am convinced that we all have our purposes. Personal or not. We fight, we crave, we hate, we love, we struggle and continue... It never ends. Either you really want it or not. What ever it may be. Continue. Do not stop. Peace, love and happiness. I wish I was born in the '40s. I'm sure I'd of have loved the '60s. The good times, where the SH*T began.
I love it, I love it so much.
The way it hurts, the way the pain feels, so good. Like nothing else. It reminds me of life, of the things that are real. It reminds me, I am -the f*$k- not dreaming. It feels so good, when I feel pain, because that is the only time I feel alive. LIFE. What the hell does it want? Life, seems like a b*$ch. F*$king life. F*$k you all the way down the rabbit hole. Hell, might be a chance. I don't mind to find out. Stories pass and histories come. Sh*t up, wave a flag. Call a murder or f*$k a dog. What? Yes, that is precisely what I ask myself a lot. What the f*$k am I doing and what the h*ll am I doing here? F*$king god, but I would never f*$k god. I would never use him or her in vain, nor abuse its flesh, if there were any. Now, teach me a lesson and say I did. Hell, I don't even believe in that what is of nothing. Now, where did he come from? Jump from love to god, but don't give a sh*t, because what ever it is, it is about me. Think I'm selfies but think again, as by thinking so, you are a foolish c*nt. Now please never visit this sh*t again or please come back and join my misery filled with cr*p and c*m from the middle of my arrogant being, from the bottom of my rotten soul. YES.
I love it, I love it so much.
Lets play a little game again... It's been a while since the last, of being a landscape photographer.
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Today I'm an artist and what would I do? I'd probably dance on the table and dress little women like you. Maybe I'd pray in front of the grave, asking the god to take my last day.
Do not be frightened your time has not come, do not worry this is just a game and I'm having fun.
Last night I woke and dreamed of you. Now my morals have left me and so have you.
The time is over and my fun has begun, do not think that I am harmed, I will never be the one.
Go to hell my little dream, I don't need you anymore. The time has past and finally, I can rest assure.
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F*$k, I guess I'm a poet now.
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Today I'm an artist and what would I do? I'd probably dance on the table and dress little women like you. Maybe I'd pray in front of the grave, asking the god to take my last day.
Do not be frightened your time has not come, do not worry this is just a game and I'm having fun.
Last night I woke and dreamed of you. Now my morals have left me and so have you.
The time is over and my fun has begun, do not think that I am harmed, I will never be the one.
Go to hell my little dream, I don't need you anymore. The time has past and finally, I can rest assure.
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F*$k, I guess I'm a poet now.
I wander alone through the day. For me everything has changed, but the world remains as it is. I rest in peace with my inner self. Today is a day like any other, but my perspectives have changed and my life. I am not disgusted, I am calm. My love is at my side and it is the one, at least for now. My day is not over yet, I will need to face the world again. This time, I don't mind.
Ocean motion, bla bla... Have a look at my lovely pictures and carry on.
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