Friday, September 29, 2006

I, Lucifer
It's not an ad for matches...

For a moment I thought my boss had written an autobiography. He couldn't have, off course. It'd take a legion of Nobel Prize winners to translate the timberwood of childish thoughts in his head. Timberwood a score of Columbi and Magellans were set out to find eons ago in that vast void that is his brain. And off course he doesn't partake in as mundane a pass time as writing: he has minions to cover his writing activities. It is my pleasure, nay my privilege, to grovel for him - day after endless day.

I, Lucifer, Fallen Angel, Prince of Darkness, Bringer of Light, Ruler of Hell, Lord of the Flies, Father of Lies, Apostate Supreme, Tempter of Mankind, Old Serpent, Prince of This World, Seducer, Accuser, Tormentor, Blasphemer, and without doubt Best Fuck in the Seen and Unseen Universe (ask Eve, that minx) have decided - oo-la-la! - to tell all.

Apart from that last bit, it's spitting image with Your Bossiness. And I know there's something about him: I've never seen his reflection in a mirror. But no, it's not his autobiography: I, Lucifer is a glorious novel by Glen Duncan. Buy it, or better: hear me quote from it for the next twenty years...

Posted by Bietje at Friday, September 29, 2006 | | Comments

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Trenchcoat it is
And thou shallt know my name is the Lord, when I lay my vengeance upon thee

I don't even know how the gun got in my hand
Five bullets five names and a contract of five hundred grand
My only apology is for what I have never done
Five bullets five names and my head swinging high in the noon day son

Welcome to the sunny place that is my soul

Posted by Bietje at Wednesday, September 27, 2006 | | Comments

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

NERINA IS COMING!!!!
Not necessarily in my dreams but in the Botanique December 8th


Geek Love

In the race to get out of this place,
I am checking my face in the back of a spoon,
You're accusing, you say I'm not here,
but I'm here, yes I'm here,I'm not on the moon,
I'm leaving so soon,


But don't presume to know shit about me,
'Cause I don't know myself from one day to the next,
And I don't pose perplexities purposely,
'Cause it isn't a game, it isn't a test.

And now hey, you, could you give it a rest?
Just take me home, c'mon and get me undressed,
Put on a fire and make it enough,
For we're geeks, but we know this is love.


Nine am to the beat of a drum,
As we drive through the canyon,
I'm feeling the hum of the engine,
My head and my heart are a-swim,
will your cat be ok?Your wife was she in?
Your wife, is she in???


'Cause I don't presume to know shit about you,
When you won't really tell me until I beg you to,
But I know that perplexity's a wonderful thing,
It's a sudden found joy, the strangeness it brings...


And now hey, you, could you give it a rest?
Just take me home, c'mon and get me undressed,
Put on a fire and make it enough,
For we're geeks, but we know this is love, this is love.
Geeks, but we know this is love.


I like that we argue,
But not everyday,
Your scent in a room,
And the way that you say 'color' not 'colour'.
What colour today?It's grey, grey, it's grey.

Oh hey, you, could you give it a rest?
Just take me home, c'mon and get me undressed,
Put on a fire and make it enough,
For we're geeks, but we know this is love, this is love.
Hey, you, could you give it a rest?
Just take me home, c'mon and get me undressed,
Put on a fire and make it enough,
For we're geeks, but we know this is love, this is love, yeah.
Geeks, but we know this is love.

I'll be your geek if you'll want me to...

Posted by Bietje at Wednesday, September 20, 2006 | | Comments

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