first of all, i have to say this to silent ravyn: i like that tear, 'drea, all the way down to the dawn of raining and that said can this now begin dissension for two my sis made me a vile victim a flyblown fur in fugue when left is apex right behind leaves the drunk toseinin his hinder legs take him to wind to cut the crap of the wind the lonely stars that state her mind with dimmed skywood oceans they ever promise leave divined for a_damsel damn atrocious 1. Korean Harmaa Girl owns a gun and hair enough To give old verses meaning Girl owns carnage, to reign and cuff Sexy, Damned and Bleeding She asks me why keep digging graves Unearthing some to amuse She asks me why to do dead slaves Don't(he) living do any fuse I'd never She asks me why I turn her down (Up and down sometimes) Training never gomen-bound So proud I am of crimes I'd never... She asks me why I try to hurt Infurnal treat to woe Should cat be worse than grey leopard An' why I hate her so I'd never! Girl owns a brother to accuse "It's justified him blame He does not understand, just fools around thinking this as a game!" mercy, sister, some that grant come run with me with me-Doves chase me raze free all Vinland of cross for snow and shadows ('twas Columba) And sis, I think I know your reason It is da-amn pretty It's not betrayal, nor a treason, very far from pity But I'd never so that, ravyn, was it for now and that was it for good a stupid tale, but you surprised i call'd you even once? ---- ---- -- [I LIKE ANIMALS LIKE ANIMALS DO] she knows me. actually, in all but one it's "i'd rather". and that one's definitely not the last one. the whole [grey] is written by me, wolfram winterfuhr. got even in 11_08_1005 (that's August you fools) after four moons of vanilla-flavoured beverages misuse. like in the phrenopathy vars... more ore less official now. i'm not "a little crazy". i'm mentally ill... among other toxicities, [grey] contains: 1. Korean Harmaa (Spring 1005) 2. The Day We Danced in the Themepark Thunderstorm (April) - thank you, Krimzon Yakkow (among with Thorn), for inspiration. 3. The Gate of Precious Levers (May) 4. The Storyteller (Yay) (...no, early summer) having the base completely on parts of Charlton Sennet's "A Faerie Romance" 5. Cuts & Kisses (With Fang & Tongue) (June) 6. Mannerheim (July) 7. Twilight of the Kurokuwa (July) 8. Deaths, Erotic in Nature (late summer) L. Korri suruga (Julie...) (...and in secret, proud of it (a little!)) booklet caption: "Ei elämä elämällä lopu... tai siltä ainakin tuntuu." ok, it's raccoon rules now. ---- ---- -- 2. The Day We Danced in the Themepark Thunderstorm (Sly & Carm Duet) I lend her my paw and suddenly of all the grey we're led above Despite wet we are & swept "it's only rain" said she I want no harm (FOR I HEART CARM rather secretly...) I drop my cane, cede for the rain befuddled, fey-felt, sad I'd gladly crayon 'nother aeon love letters for_a day like that! We grab each other without bother, lead ourselves to waltz We step the course as thunder roars, it glints bad in our souls Lightning - no, it's toe to toe with_a_fox so thunderborn Cold rain ho! - it's foe meets foe in_the theme park thunderstorm At the moment the short and smooth fill These are not the gazes that could evermore kill A-a-aaaaa a-a-aaaaa a-a-aaaaa As we dance I face the atmosphere Of the rain On this dark warm summer's day And I know I will lose the instant I let go I did lend her my paw and suddenly it got raw Rollercoaster nerve molester tongue-out screaming background Strobo lightning life-red biting, epicly I feel down Can't believe we're dancing in the perverse circus music Holding paw in paw like lovers, self-esteemed - so ss6siick.... ...... And in the moment of gathering atmosphere I know... I probably lose her right here A-a-aaaaa a-a-aaaaa a-a-aaaaa As we dance I face the nostalgia Of the rain On this dark warm summer's day And I know I will lose the instant I let go A-a-aaaaa a-a-aaaaa a-a-aaaaa And we dance In the midst of the atmosphere And the rain It bedews this dark warm summer's day And I know I will lose the instant I let her go ---- ---- -- [raccoons aside, i'm back] 3. The Gate of Precious Levers Should I ever make a promise This I could do With czech dark beer I'm carving dust My joys aren't real Eccentric disgust Ain't misfortune Mine wretchedness Arrantly ruined Too close to my best The brief dour darkened colour dank leaf-e-trie I lied - it's joyful for nothing to grief Forest-wet haiku shit, woods-alone never I lied again - that was the first lever I dare use To everywhere and such with out an A Sometimes carve a little more than I fucking say But hound - nothing existable could turn me 'round And nothing non-existant there's to be found I take no pity (Rather shotgun) I have no kitty Nor can I be one To trace'em this shall be the translation: The past catwater-wooded fornication Left lovers no, mere me craving for more time in treehouse towers (connexion: Mourning for dying angels, one of them ours!) That too leaves nothing precious to ensue No haunt I can imagine that can me daunt Had I to promise, this could I do I'll kill myself When I ever want ---- ---- -- 4. The Storyteller [June 2nd, 1005:] Phelinity, the leopard understood Had with her beauty captivated much With ears, with fur like flaming firewood With poison eyes a cat might want to touch Her smile inauspicious, stra-ange, bent Her anomaly, animality... Malignity with grave cat-sweetened scent Enraptured him, enslaved him utterly Phantasmagoria, made somehow real, Yet delicate, perhaps to disappear At his impetuous touch, his need to feel Her winter-windlike breath close to his ear. Unchained, the poet leopard's tongue took flight Such verse and poesy from his lips there poured... As might lend substance to this sulphur fight Or goad the naphtha cavers to applaud. She, raised in realms of timbre, had ne'er known Another's fur, nor that warm, mortal thrill Of war. How they hated! Each sigh and moan Would scare the owls, or make the lovers kill Each kiss endured while girl victims bled dry Half li-ives passed betwixt they cut even So lost were they in making humans die That they had killed not one nor two... ...but ten Not exactly the extinction, but hear: My stories are not epic poetry I once whispered them only near her ear And pass'd 'mong mundaneworlds all quietly ---- ---- -- 5. Cuts & Kisses (With Teeth & Tongue) Yay For what dragon spit else but fire An' then yet again she drew blood for my pen For to inspire leads to expire Grr I wish I could kiss her retaliate this Absence of unholy love And I yearn I could spurn every slush nocturne That forget why were we so rough I'd cut our slipknot that drags without killing, but So minor animals are we And like them, unlike men, would I dare condemn Everytruth that's not true for me ---- ---- -- 6. Mannerheim Visited Russia, skilled in arms To Finland he was sent He taught us martial arts Action hero president He didn't leave an apartment Without a loaded shotgun Thus prepared for ninja attacks So he always won His roughshod assassinations Were feared throughout the lands Incited The February Revolution With his ingenious plans In Winter Wars he rode afar With Lamborghini Gallardo Drove through the nazi embassy windows Of the sixteenth floor And when he was outnumbered The Vietcong engaged fast He took the double rail gun And shot them down in blast He followed the road of the samurai Genocide his sign The greatest champion of the North This Mister Mannerheim ---- ---- -- 7. Twilight of the Kurokuwa This is the moment it gets cold. ---- ---- -- 8. Deaths, Erotic in Nature She: armed with fang to the fang and me: Everything I've got (which is quite a lot) By broken ways we're going to mistreat With our wind-blown sand I'd hate her, hate! impale her so Stab across the way I'd paint her fur from ear to toe For this canvas is grey I ate her, ate the human one Out of the life she once had In our hatred that had to come Yet this cat is sad " sin muita Hänen seurassaan enkä rakastunut vaikka tahdoin vain tytön lumenvalkoisella naamalla" ( I've got hate cur furtive anger Who would with me play Adauchi made of sweetness strangle Let human be prey ) Only claws (and penumbral sores) Attained her swordplay Plausive blood (my wound... is yours) The atavism of our medieval game A crush on Death I've had for long And Deathcrush sure followed A tiny movement littly wrong Good way to get K.O'd ...ja sitten tahmean punaisella So I've got wounds, I like to shatter Glass to sharpened things Yet Girrls are fill'd with_the_best liquid matter Mixture for wyrmweed drinks Wargr skaven demon, dream on Freeman I'm for our kills Shedding, setting, you girl Bleed On And I psirome to hug and hnag saatana Sad, dead cat ---- ---- -- L. Korri surutkra so now this ends like once begun with words to you-know-who: sorry, but i like that tongue i really, truly do! an' that said can this now end some johakyu for one would i accept accompaniment? no! - i have the _need_ for her to come! you might wonder of whom i speak and you might guess all wrong i never crave for those i meet for never i belong beside her the only thing is that i want to die but i cut only when i drink which is all the time a monument, oil, fire, snow some cinder suicide i liked to burn, _this i know for cold, _cold is life! pathetic, yes - untrue, _no is missing all the fun and yearning, burning, hurting so i liked to love someone.... literally i'm not alone, just on a lonely path the silent snap of the wishbone; somefur - be with me in my wrath! an' so this goes around, around no more things to say silent, but with a sweet sound would she meet me away? "not alone" oh fuck yeah right just ask me and i'll say: "i don't mean it", and you know why? ALONE i'm all the way! ... ('scuse me while i miss the wolf) .... so dear *****, do you still cut yourself like a fool? i respect you - i always will - at least if you do