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Ha ha 
They're coming to take me away, ho ho 
Hee hee, ha ha 
To the funny farm 
Where life is beautiful all the time 
And I'll be happy to see those nice young men 
With their clean white coats 
And they're coming to take me away, ha ha 

You thought it was a joke 
And so you laughed, you laughed 
When I have said that losing you 
Would make me flip my lid 
Right? 
You know you laughed, I heard you laugh 
You laughed, you laughed and laughed 
And then you left 
But now you know I'm utterly mad 

They're coming to take me away, ha ha 
They're coming to take me away, ho ho 
Hee hee, ha ha 
To the funny farm 
Where life is beautiful all the time 
And I'll be happy to see those nice young men 
With their clean white coats 
And they're coming to take me away, ha ha 
They're coming to take me away, ha ha 
They're coming to take me away, ho ho 
Hee hee, ha ha 
To the happy home 
With trees and flowers and chipping birds 
And basket weavers who sit and smile 
And twiddle their.

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utah (22:23)
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21 sierpnia 2007
#262 toxic holiday
no i mess jest taki ale jedziemy na wakacje
  
utah (18:52)
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14 sierpnia 2007
#261 it is not just that im wearing a plastic bag
(czyli jesli juz musicie otwierac wino srubokretem, pamietajcie o odpowiedniej ochronie ubrania. i kuchni)
    [designer label plastic bag utterly n completely created by marta :)]
utah (20:31)

I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly

Patent leather overnight case like a black pillbox,
My husband and child smiling out of the family photo;
Their smiles catch onto my skin, little smiling hooks.

I have let things slip, a thirty-year-old cargo boat
Stubbornly hanging on to my name and address.
They have swabbed me clear of my loving associations.
Scared and bare on the green plastic-pillowed trolley
I watched my teaset, my bureaus of linen, my books
Sink out of sight, and the water went over my head.
I am a nun now, I have never been so pure.

I didn't want any flowers, I only wanted
To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
How free it is, you have no idea how free -
The peacefulness is so big it dazes you,
And it asks nothing, a name tag, a few trinkets.
It is what the dead close on, finally; I imagine them
Shutting their mouths on it, like a Communion tablet.

The tulips are too red in the first place, they hurt me.
Even through the gift paper I could hear them breathe
Lightly, through their white swaddlings, like an awful baby.
Their redness talks to my wound, it corresponds.
They are subtle: they seem to float, though they weigh me down,
Upsetting me with their sudden tongues and their colour,

I am the eye of the hurricane - garderoba - bloog.pl

Few of the signs. Be very, very careful!


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com'on

czwartek, 15 marca 2007 22:37

 

com'on and feel me heal me chase me taste me
move me soothe me tease me
leave me strip me rim me
thrill me feel me take me make me

 

com'on make a move on me now
right now right now

 


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So long

środa, 14 marca 2007 15:31

 

             

            

 

A fabulous video by Canadian graphic designer Cory Bobiak. It has a very unique urban animator style, with references to northern native American art. Utterly simple, yet full of socio-political symbolism. The music is good too.