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all men are frauds. the only difference between them is that some admit it. i myself deny it.
H.L. Mencken
es kocht die eifersucht

es kocht die eifersucht

cancer, aids, post-elections violence, famine, malaria…

cancer, aids, post-elections violence, famine, malaria…

if i was young, i’d flee this towni’d bury my dreams undergroundas did i, we drink to die, we drink tonight

if i was young, i’d flee this town
i’d bury my dreams underground
as did i, we drink to die, we drink tonight

yüzünde göz izi varsana kim baktı yarim? 

yüzünde göz izi var
sana kim baktı yarim? 

they claim to walk unafraidi’ll be clumsy instead

they claim to walk unafraid
i’ll be clumsy instead

my gift of self is rapedmy privacy is rakedand yet i find, yet i findrepeating in my headif i can’t be my owni’d feel better dead

my gift of self is raped
my privacy is raked
and yet i find, yet i find
repeating in my head
if i can’t be my own
i’d feel better dead

put your lights on

put your lights on

fateup against your willthrough the thick and thinhe will wait untilyou give yourself to him

fate
up against your will
through the thick and thin
he will wait until
you give yourself to him

there is only one difference between a madman and me. i am not mad.
salvador dali