I didn´t mean to love you and I wouldn't, really but lately I have found it´s not for me to say As long as I have known you I have always, nearly said the words out loud which I am here to say I love you Began as friends next door closer than the rest We got a lot of gazes, from all the boys around They didn´t look before I layed my head to rest to synchronize our faces, your eyes were hazel brown I loved you Fyrir ykkur sem hafa áhuga, þá er þetta fyrsti partur í sögu. Ég mun skrifa meira,...

Cure me Cure me Cure me Please Cure me of this my filthy desease That eats up my people and leaves no one whole Just stories, harmonies that sooth me, so cold for I am the last all hope is I infested in me no, I'm telling a lie There still remains one Cure me

My only friend is Pain And he loves me more than all When I'm left out in the rain He's the friend who I can call He hugs me cold at night Sends shivers ‘round my skin He always knows what’s right And knows how I have been I don't have others' care I don't have others' love My smiles are coming rare My help comes from above Pain's the one Who lets me know That I'm the one Who's next to go Takes my hand, and mine alone To peaceful dreams, where I can roam In peace from all Who make me hate...

Skrítið er það að bækur virðast verða dýrari með degi hverjum, og alltaf hallast það að því að því minna sem þú græðir á lestrinum, því dýrari er bókin. Í flestum góðum bókabúðum er hægt að finna hillu/rekka, oftast heldur nálægt búðarborðunum eða alveg aftast í búðinni (aldrei á milli) og þá alveg neðst í hillunni sem er kölluð “ýmislegt”. Þar er að finna bækur sem eru algerlega út úr venjulegri formúlu um stærðarhlutföll á bókum, sem sagt oftast lengri en þær eru háar, og oft fáránlega...

Ég og félagar mínir höfum verið að vinna að millivefjarmyndaröð, eða internet comic (köllum það bara web-comic, k?) og mestur undirbúningur er búinn, kláraður og kominn í góð not. en það sem okkur vantar núna er hugmynd að því hvernig við eigum að hafa byrjunina. við erum 4 og þetta fjallar um okkur sjálfa. svo, ætti að vera kynning á okkur, eins og einn rammi á mann eða svo? eða ættum við bara að demba okkur í söguþráð (eða bara atriði sem er ekki endilega partur af sögu) og leyfa fólki að...

Evangelist! Heed, money to me Bomb my child Give bread, Give me! The book of Hebrews, chapter two; the angels know exactly who b'longs 'bove man but kneels to God they were spirits, all ruling, over Kane and Nod The early rain and the latter rain that you may later gather in your grain the first for sprouting, the latter for gain Yet no one knew, all was in vain The well dressed man How he loves the ones in my radio speaking who dosth not do coke He talks about Cristus who dosth not do crave...

Fearful of my half-empty glass I can't guess when all this will pass Crucifixions all gone wrong Haunting me for oh, so long His face stares back as the nails come out -I died for your sins- He's thinking out loud Grabs my wrists, I'm feeling his pain -I felt all this, this was my gain!- The guilt, it cuts. It's pushing me back It's slicing my guts. Hear my skull crack I´m forced to look, I look in his eyes I see a mirror, betrayal, and I see lies He brings the hammer, he brings the nails...

I look at your face, I burst into tears. only your firm embrace, can conquer my fears. I look at your hand, I take it in mine, so warm. it's like the softest sand, and can no-none harm. I swim in your eyes, please god, just let me drown. I just tell you lies, my hearts blacker than a clown's. I hear your golden voice, I want to fall sleep. no-one likes the ugly toys, they find none who wants to keep. I lay there in the forest, listen to the river sing. it's song so clear, so honest, but what...