An ex-Alien named Joe

I saw it today on my way home!
An Alien has been shot.
He was just passing by
he just wanted to see humans.
like he read in the books

poor alien
He was so exited to see us.
we ware too defensive.
we could love the alien.

His name was Joe
We could have been friends.
.
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(<)_(>)

Drive me

Nothing is real, The things that i deal with
is fake!
Why do i do it, what drives me>>>
its all emptiness.
When i will find may way.

I feel like i throw up every time i create.

I just want to live peacefully

This is what we get for.
For... Living?
Living here on earth?

Do we really need to drain every thing
In the end only money and radioactive fallout will remain
We are here now.

But We will have no Tomorrow !


No illustration Today :(

Its all comes down to this...

War/Sex/Hunger/Conflicts

There are only dead people now.
War/Sex/Hunger/Conflicts.

Its the Human Nature.
World Peace is far away.

Fucking pigs will taste the world!

Real life junk mail

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Poor Matt

Push the butten

Distant Glow

She said that she can not talk to my by phone.
she said I can't reach her with my voice.
I need to see her.
I need to feel her.
The words are not coming out, but my body rages for her.
"I need her warm touch" - My body whispers me.
Through the phone its sounds so distant.
I can not help my self, I fake it through words.
Its only real when your here.
Standing here.
you project your glow that calls me and tells me how to reach you.

R.I.P iPod

My iPod died three days ago.
I used to have it for 2 years, and it just died on me while i was listening to it on the train.
It just got stuck!
My beloved iPod.
turn on again and showed me his sad face, telling me that i could never listen to songs with him again.
oh the ipod, how i love to ride the train with him.
he knew how to shuffle.
he knew just what i liked.