Run or Fight

The issues will always be there.

It's just that I will always want to correct them.

Difficult truth...

Bowling

...chcę wszystkich uświadomić, że w pewnym wieku alkohol, nawet w większych ilościach nie działa już na zakwasy.

Wow!

I am helping other people

and other people are helping me!

That's what I call Pakua.

Fingers crossed.

Where have I been all this time!

Teenager

Dzizas Krajst! Ja jestem nastolatkiem :D.

Kwiatuszek jebany, lol!

Amen.

Nie, nie, zaraz, zaraz...

...przecież ja w ogóle nie umiem kontrolować swoich emocji :D.

To stąd ta wyniosłość. Stąd ta rzekoma bariera.

Ale jaja.

Dzęki Atomówka. You made my day. Really :)

Momencik

Ale zaraz, zaraz....

Przecież smutek też jest potrzebny.

The Final Cut

Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes
I can barely define the shape of this moment in time
And far from flying high in clear blue skies
I'm spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide.

If you negotiate the minefield in the drive
And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
And if you make it past the shotgun in the hall,
Dial the combination, open the priesthole
And if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall.

There's a kid who had a big hallucination
Making love to girls in magazines.
He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith.
Could anybody love him
Or is it just a crazy dream?

And if I show you my dark side
Will you still hold me tonight?
And if I open my heart to you
And show you my weak side
What would you do?
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
Would you take the children away
And leave me alone?
And smile in reassurance
As you whisper down the phone?
Would you send me packing?
Or would you take me home?

Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings,
Thought I oughta tear the curtain down.
I held the blade in trembling hands
Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
I never had the nerve to make the final cut.