Nivlekius's blog: "Justice Blanket"

Can I tell you? Can I talk talk? Can these things I know to be true be spoken? Life itself not looking for solutions. Life lingering on the edge of destruction. Looking glass of time shows Not really feeling Can't the hourglass slow Your thoughts? Your body? A year here a year there Love could erase all that. What is a day? What is year? True love has no age. True love knows no bounds. Yet there it is A love unattatched Swirling through the air like dust. Don't imagine what could been Don't think of what the future brings. Just know that love is there for you And forever it remains.

Who are you? Do you really Feel? Do you know what it's like to feel your soul shake When that perfect image reveals itself? Do you respect art for art's sake? Or do you pretend you are what you aren't? An unfeeling blob with nothing to give to this world we all hope to better. Art is there and you ignore it. You ARE a sheep and we all see it. Your red sheep's cunt. Put it out for the farmboy. It makes no difference to him. Put it out for the world. It really makes no difference. A red swolllen cunt you carry and you are... A sheep with nothing on her mind except eating grass and filling her cunt. Cunt or mouth is there a difference? Both of yours drip the blood of man Bite it hard and expect to live life as you think it should be. Spill your blood and spoil the plate. Hate yourself and bite him hard. Your infliction is your own self-denial. Hate yourself and destroy those who love you.

A line segment leading from me to you grows walls and squares itself to us. And time passes as we see our square life become an ugly, unatural rhombus. Distortion molds our daily lives and stop signs form with eight equal sides. And maybe stopping would be great but who can really stop at eight? A Dungeons and Dragons die becomes the shape of our segmented line. We are not who we used to be but the die becomes more like you and me. There is no way to make a straight line into the perfect cirlce we wish to create. For now we must accept that lines cannot be bent to relate two lives. Pi we know will never end it extends into infinity And lines we know they cannot bend Nor can the bond between you and me.

For some reason I thought this time was right. Under normal circumstances I would have denied. Casually I sit and think of the times I told myself to remember. Kelvin old boy you never do. Kelvin you do it too much. Even when you know you can't And even though you try. Loving is not all to living, loving is to die. Only the angels can know true love Hell meets Heaven's godly revenge In heaven everything is fine. Losing my faith in things I knew true Afterwords dealing with the pain. Nothing is lost from starting with nothing Indifferent I must remain. At every turn I see a face it haunts me night and day. Nothing makes me lose that face... nothing is the same. Damn that face and damn the world. Hold on to nothing anymore. Each time I try to forget the world. Remembrance clouds my mind. Past should be forgotten. It only serves to punish. And even though I know they shouldn't Random visions invade my sleep... my waking moments. Enter now unto this heart and save me from its Nearing cessation. Time has given me what I always feared. Sometimes I wish time would have stopped.

A crutch you say? As you shit on me.. Shit on my ideas. You claim to know? To know anything... You claim to know Understand my soul? If you were sage I would laugh Yet all I do is cry. And pity you and your shallow Thoughts. I pity you and your suit and your tie I pity you and your tiny cock already covered with all the filth of life. And once again here you are. Ready to shit on her like the last. While a true man holds on to the past. Eating himself like Ron Jeremy It can be done. Who has not seen it. Well those moments are fleeting We all know this by now. Once it is sucked it is Dry. To never be truly saturated again. It's nothing more than we deserve. It's nothing more than reaction. It's nothing.

Je pensais que j'étais en forme. Que j'étais très fort. Je sais maintenant que j'avais tort.

I see that face so shining clear The wind is blowing on this clear Night that makes me wonder in silence Have I been the man I thought I was? That I claimed to be? I see that body stretched out and tempting So perfect in its simplicity. And I know I will long to have it. Have it for eternity. And once again I see that spirit That calls me like a swine. I'll never know what makes me move What makes me fall Time after time. Careful young child Although in your mind You see the world through colored eyes. You know you can't erase those times That your love wasn't truly genuine. All a game I think to myself. A game to help me pass the time. But I can't ignore those feelings again And refute the meaning of those words That were mine.

Windy blowy chilly stuff back up your ass and ignore the gore Block the wind and smile and say I'm glad I'm here I'm glad YOU'RE here I should say Fucker, carved out waste of a useless rock ignore all that and enjoy my attitude toward the things I hate.

I can dream of things that are perfect in the glowing stem of a violet flower that falls apart in the sun that hates the father that beats him up into a careless plane where the birds fly low and call the name of the celestial virgin who's never been laid down upon a down feather bed that reeks of a man who knows not what to do with his flaccid penis that calls for a pussy cat that wants to lay in the lap of the wrinkled old woman who wants to nap on the sofa where the children play with themselves and curl up and die like an angel that blows the horn of all eternity to see the death of humanity and kill the light that once shown bright and kill the laughter that once was loud 'ed like a presidential speech that everyone knows what that means to me and to you to know what is right in your mind to do anything that your heart desires to become a rich man in the mind of the one who knows you all too well..... It's nothing but synapsis

Can I talk of love when love is so near? Can one feel love when they are not in tears? I think maybe I can when it is felt so strong Or maybe it because it has been so long or never. Happy without love and nothing comes Happy in love and nothing came. No matter the happiness it was all the same The words just would not begin. And now the words seem to flow so free I no longer need to be in Misery To talk of emotions that I feel so strong I can talk about love I can talk all night long. I can be happy and talk about the things that churn my soul about. I can know love and talk to you I can talk and be happy for this love is true.