Annelid's blog: "Ramblings,thoughts and assorted stuff"

I said it a few years ago but this time I'm serious.

This site provides nothing for me - well other than aggravation / headaches / heartaches and depression. 

14 years wasted here.  I've gained nothing from my "interactions" from fubar unless you count the above - headaches - heartaches - depression. 

For a supposed social networking site I see very little social networking. I do see a lot of begging and all that. If that works for you...nice. It doesn't for me.

I'm done here. Done waiting for responses in the chat box. 

I believe Morrissey said it best - In my life, oh, why do I give valuable time to people who don't care if I live or die?

Words like violence

Break the silence

Come crashing in into my little world

Painful to me pierce right through me

Can't you understand

Oh my little girl all I ever wanted

All I ever needed is here in my arms

Words are very unnecessary

They can only do harm

Vows are spoken

To be broken

Feelings are intense

Words are trivial

Pleasures remain

So does the pain

Words are meaningless

And forgettable

All I ever wanted

All I ever needed Is here in my arms

Words are very unnecessary

They can only do harm

All I ever wanted

All I ever needed Is here in my arms

Words are very unnecessary

They can only do harm

 The place to go if you want your dreams and desires to die.

 The place to go if you don't want any sort of meaning full conversation.

 The place to go if you want to spend real money on jpg's and fake fame and   attention.

   The place to go if you want your heart to be broken. Numerous times. 

For a supposed social networking site , I don't see much - if any - social networking. I do see pseudo popularity being bought and sold. 

Have at it kids!

It's not the red of the dying sun.

The morning sheets surprising stain.It's not the red of which we bleed.

It's not the red of the dying sun.The morning sheets surprising stain.

It's not the red of which we bleed.The red of cabernet sauvignon.

A world of ruby all in vain.It's not that redIt's not as golden as Zeus famous shower.

It doesn't come, not at all, from above.It's in the open but it doesn't get stolen.

It's not that gold.It's not as golden as memory.Or the age of the same name.

It's not that goldI wish this would be your colour.I wish this would be your colour.

I wish this would be your colour.Your colour, I wish.

It is as black as Malevich's Square.The cold furnace in which we stare.

A high pitch on a future scale.It is a starless winternight's tale.It suits you well.

It is that black.

I wish this would be your colour.

I wish this would be your colour.I wish this would be your colour.

Your colour, I wish.

If we don't neutralize decay,We may run out of tomorrows.

Time tryeth truth and truth was found and fined.

Let's break bread together,Our honesty moves more than lies.

What do you mean "I need"?

In suffering you breed.

If we don't neutralize decay, We may run out of tomorrows.

Time tryeth truth,And truth was found and fined.

I can hear the kiss fill me, Through the minds and warning signs.

Sounds of ghosts go further, If you engage in a coven with crows.

If we don't neutralize decay,We may run out of tomorrows.

Time tryeth truth,And truth was found and fined.

If we don't neutralize decay,We may run out of tomorrows.

Time tryeth truth,And truth was found and fined.

So if we don't neutralize decay,We may run out of tomorrows.

Time tryeth truth,And truth was found and fined.

So if we don't neutralize decay,We may run out of tomorrows,Time tryeth truth and truth was found and fined.

I can hear the kiss fill meThrough the minds and warning signs.

Sounds of ghosts go furtherIf you engage in a coven with crows.

If we don't neutralize decay,We may run out of tomorrows.

Time tryeth truth,And truth was found and fined.If we don't neutralize decay,We may run out of tomorrows.Time tryeth truth,And truth was found and fined.

Enveloped in a sentiment,a sound that rushes over me.

Engage an impulse to pretend.

I have a faith as pure.

Not forgetting what it means to dream.

Indulging everything.Entertaining thoughts that I've the strengthof those I yearn to be.

Cheers and tribute greet the saviours.

Reckless thoughts survive.

Anachronistic and impulsive.

And what will happen?

Will I dream?

I am too scared to close my eyes.

For a second please hold me.

None can change in me these things that I believe.

But I don't know what happens now.I am too scared to close my eyes.

I consume the wind that makes you bold

And suck the blood of the living souls.

To make you numb and hide the noise.

Of the howling wolves that is your voice.

I seduce your mind to fear your dreams.

And read your thoughts to keep you blind.

From harmful truth and the open skies.

Of the outside world before your eyes,
I will protect you from your visions.

To save you from illusions.

I will protect you from ideals.

To save you from defeats.

Oh you lonesome dreamer,Wandering down the memory lane.

Yearning in vain.

So convinced that yesterday's always sweeter.

You're lost in the past.

So let me get you through.The deceiving layers of time.

Let me wake you from your illusions to see that there's nothing to fear.

Release yourself.

Precious moments passing by.
Thirty frames a second.
Funny how we get stuck in the past.
Memories sweet and gilded.
Preventing us from seeing.
The present day.

Oh sweet confuser.Wish you could leave the burden behind.It's tearing you apart.

And thoughts are running in vicious circles.You're lost in the past.

So let me help you out.

Distraction is clouding your way.

Let me wake you from your illusions to see that there's nothing to fear.

Release yourself.

Precious moments flying by.

While we're recollecting.Wondering why we get stuck in the past.

Always contemplating ,instead of daring to face the day.

Let me help you out.Let me show you the way.

Let me help you out to dare to face the day.

Release yourself.

Precious moments passing by.

Thirty frames a second.

Funny how we get stuck in the past, always contemplating.