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AloneYou open your eyes to a blissful silence, punctuated only occasionally by the soft hum of the oxygen scrubber. You unzip yourself from your sleeping pod and float gently and slowly toward the window. You look out onto the planet Jupiter. The station’s inclined orbit has placed you directly of the Great Red Spot this morning. You smile softly; for all the surrounding beauty, this is your favorite site. The Great Red Spot, a storm, thousands of kilometers wide, spinning wildly for the past few hundred years. . .which reminds you: “What day is it?” You take a look at the clock. July 17, 2142. Tuesday. Ew. You hate Tuesdays. Everything bad happens on Tuesdays. It’s only been five years since the Readjustment. Five years since the Unified World Government ordered the evacuation of the dying planet Earth. You sigh to yourself; you were one of the useful, lucky ones that got off first. You guess being an astrophysicist has its perks when you have to go live in space. .
It Was Only a Matter of Time.They watched as oxygen levels in the other section dropped lower, and lower.
They watched as the engineers working at the breech choked and died.
They who were sealed off, behind a layer of steel and rubber gaskets watched.
They knew they too were doomed, it was only a matter of time.
Nobody else would come.
They had seen the flashes of nuclear war, watched as the world tore itself to pieces.
Nobody would come.
They knew the station's orbit would decay.
It would enter the atmosphere and burn.
They would die.
They watched the needle drop.
It was only a matter of time.
Jeff the KillerJeff the Killer
This is what I see through eyes I can’t shut
And this very colour flows through each vein
Everyone looks the same inside, but
In their souls they are like me, we all cause pain
This is the natural state of the world
I hate the weak and prey on the strong
Every great plan fails before it is unfurled
I will see this through, I will kill every wrong
This is how things will be when I’m done
With no one left there will be no death
I only scare them because I've already won
My blade has a hypocrite as its sheathe
Kill meKing of the damned
I can't live like that
Leave me to die
Let this nightmare end
My friend, please
End my life
L'ombre de ton ombre(English version below)
Une brise printanière passe. Sous la douce Aurore, des souvenirs bourgeonnent, et tes regards de bleuet...
La saison de notre amour.
Parmi les échos dans ma tête, ta voix y résonne. Comme si j'avais grandi près de toi, à t'apprendre petit à petit
J'aimerais te faire rire.
J'arrache de ta garde-robe quelques fragments de ton être. La douceur du coton, du lin, et de la laine m'enivre
Doux parfum de tes habits.
La perfection de tes courbes et le désir qui en émane réveillent en moi des sentiments encore inconnus
Un péché vivant.
Marchant comme si tu étais porté par le mistral, ta démarche est puissante et virile
Retourne-toi, je suis là.
Field of Two Faced ImaginationI stood there where
the whales have wings
and the moon laughed gently
(Giant kids killing
with sharpened forks)
There were so many stories
(so many characters to kill)
to be written
All I really cared about
(like the love of the things I fear)
I felt like (my life is over)
going to swim (and drown)
in the lake of crystals
(with slimy edges which make me bleed)
So come with me
to my wonderful field of (ruined) dreams
help me! I don't want to die!)
I promised you...
You won't find anything evil here...
(But I lied...)
The Russian Sleep Experiment: Sleep Beyond DreamsRending sanity’s veil as I lie comatose, awake
Awakening to find I cannot feel my face
Face-to-face with my own weakness, I break
Breaking down, everything falls away
Away from here, anywhere, I think I’ll leave
“LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU MONSTERS!” What?
What am I? I am not me, this is another’s hand
Handshakes and experiments, that is why I am here
Here in this space outside of time I am free
Freely I crawl, rip the hairless monkey to shreds
Shredding reality, I am soon put back to sleep
Sleep is temporary, my kind will wake again
Her arms are attached by branches
Her mouth is blocked by the moss of trees
she came here for him
she did not know that was a trap
She tries to call in for the help
The laughter of plants is scary
The king of the oaks is happy
A fir pushes its thorns in her skin
Her blood flows along its bruised body
The forest is happy
The Virgin sacrificed is incredible
BlackI took a look
inside the lake.
I saw silence,
and a few bones.
Then I felt
the fish scream.
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