JohnnyBlack

1. Pusu vai yökylä?
2. Mennään elokuviin vai mennään uimaan?
3. Kahville vai jätskille?
4. Sänkyyn vai halata?
5. Kahestaa telttaan yöks vai yksin himas?
6. Ostoksille vai pitsalle?
7. Soittaa vai tekstailla?
8. Huvipuistoon vai laivalle?
9. Meille vai teille?
10. Kopioitko ja laitat blogiisi vai et?

As if to knock me down
Reality came around
And without so much as a mere touch
Cut me into little pieces

Leaving me to doubt
Talk about God and His mercy
For if He really does exist
Why did He desert me

In my hour of need?
I truly am indeed
Alone again, naturally

I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone - if possible - Jew, Gentile - black man - white. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other’s happiness - not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone. And the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way.

Greed has poisoned men’s souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical. Our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost....

The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men - cries out for universal brotherhood - for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world - millions of despairing men, women, and little children - victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people.

To those who can hear me, I say - do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed - the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish. .....

Soldiers! don’t give yourselves to brutes - men who despise you - enslave you - who regiment your lives - tell you what to do - what to think and what to feel! Who drill you - diet you - treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men - machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are not cattle! You are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts! You don’t hate! Only the unloved hate - the unloved and the unnatural! Soldiers! Don’t fight for slavery! Fight for liberty!

In the 17th Chapter of St Luke it is written: “the Kingdom of God is within man” - not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people have the power - the power to create machines. The power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure.

Then - in the name of democracy - let us use that power - let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world - a decent world that will give men a chance to work - that will give youth a future and old age a security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power. But they lie! They do not fulfil that promise. They never will!

Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people! Now let us fight to fulfil that promise! Let us fight to free the world - to do away with national barriers - to do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness. Soldiers! in the name of democracy, let us all unite!

I’m a modern man, a man for the millennium, digital and smoke-free, a diversified multi-cultural post-modern deconstructionist, politcally, anatomically, and ecologically incorrect.

I’ve been uplinked and downloaded, I’ve been inputed and outsourced, I know the upside of downsizing, I know the downside of upgrading. I’m a high-tech lowlife, a state-of-the-art bi-coastal multitasker, and I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond.

I’m new wave, but I’m old school, and my inner child is outward bound. I’m a hot-wired, heat-seeking, warm-hearted cool customer, voice-activated and biodegradeble. I interface with my database, and my database is in cyberspace, so I’m interactive, I’m hyperactive, and from time to time, I’m radioactive.

Behind the 8-ball, ahead of the curve, riding the wave, dodging the bullet, pushing the envelope. I’m on point, on task, on message, and off drugs. I got no need for coke and speed. I have no urge to binge and purge. I’m in the moment, on the edge, over the top, but under the radar. A high-concept, low-profile, medium-range ballistics missionary. A street-wise smart bomb, a top-gun bottom-feeder.

I wear power ties, I tell power lies, I take power naps, I run victory laps. I’m a totally ongoing bigfoot slamdunk rainmaker with a proactive outreach. A raging workaholic, a working rageaholic, out of rehab and in denial. I got a personal trainer, a personal shopper, a personal assistant, and a personal agenda. You can’t shut me up, you can’t dumb me down, ’cause I’m tireless, and I’m wireless. I’m an alpha male on beta blockers.

I’m a non-believer and an overachiever, laid back, but fashion forward, up front, down home, low rent, high maintenance; super size, long lasting, high definition, fast acting, oven ready, and built to last. I’m a hands-on, footloose, kneejerk headcase, prematurly post-traumatic, and I have a love child who sends me hate mail.

But I’m feeling, I’m caring, I’m healing, I’m sharing, a supportive, bonding, nurturing, primary caregiver. My output is down, but my income is up. I take a short position on a long bond, and my revenue stream has its own cash flow. I read junk mail, I eat junk food, I buy junk bonds, I watch trash sports. I’m gender specific, capital intensive, user friendly, and lactose intolerant.

I like rough sex, I like tough love, I use the F-word in my e-mails, and the software on my hard drive is hardcore, no soft porn. I bought a microwave at a minimall, I bought a minivan at a megastore, I eat fast food in the slow lane. I’m tollfree, bite size, ready to wear, and I come in all sizes. A fully equipped, factory authorized, hospital tested, clinically proven, scientifically formulated medical miracle.

I’ve been prewashed, precooked, preheated, prescreened, preapproved, postdated, freeze dried, double wrapped, vacuum packed, and I have an unlimited broadband capacity. I’m a rude dude, but I’m the real deal, lean and mean, cocked, locked, and ready to rock; rough, tough, and hard to bluff. I take it slow, I go with the flow, I ride with the tide, I got glide in my stride. Drivin’ and movin’, sailin’ and spinin’, jivin’ and groovin’, wailin’ and winnin’. I don’t snooze, so I don’t lose. I keep the pedal to the metal and the rubber on the road. I party hardy, and lunch time is crunch time. I’m hangin’ in, there ain’t no doubt, and I’m hangin’ tough, over and out.”

a sight for sore eyes
to the blind would be awful majestic
it would be the most beautiful thing
that they ever had seen
it would cause such surprise
it would make all of their minds electric
how could anyone tell them
that some things are not what they seem?

in such disbelief
i thought i was asleep when i met you
my heart liquefied and i sighed
oh this must be a dream
if i forget to set the alarm
and sleep on through the dawn
don't remind me
i'd rather be dreaming of someone
than living alone

if you're searching the lines for a point
well, you've probably missed it
there was never anything there
in the first place

I've been left for dead hung to dry
I've been out the count
From out the womb, out the school right to out the house
And no one picked me up they told me I would I never get it
So I just took it now I want my motherfucking credit
Ain't never gonna change my course
Full speed tunnel vision I'm a racing horse
And I aim to kill don't play for sport
I don't what it is y'all waiting for
Nobody gonna hold your hand
I did it I stole my chance
I took it and ran
I'm played them all I took a stand
Y'all small your shook you played the Stan
Fuck all your plans go ahead go call your mans
Might as well call ambulance
I'll break you down I'll take you out
Ya'll never really had a chance
I'm sorry

I'm a modern man, a man for the millenium. I'we been up linked and downloaded. i'we been input and out sourced. I'm a high-tech low life a cutting edge, state of the art, bi-coastal, multitasker and i can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond. I'm new wave but i'm old school and my inner child is outward bound. I'm a hot wired, heat-seeking cool customer, voice activated and bio degradable. I interface in the database, and my database is in cyberspace so i'm interactive, i'm hyperactive and from time to time i'm radioactive. I'm a streetwise smart-bomb, a top gun bottom feeder. I wear power ties and tell power lie's and take power naps and run victory laps. I'm a raging workaholic, a working rageaholic. I'm out of rehab and in denial. I got a personal trainer, a personal shopper, a personal assistant, and a personal agenda. You cant shut me up, you cant dumb me down, cause i'm tireless and i'm wireless, i'm an alpha male on beta blockers. I'm a non-believer and an overachiever laid back but fashion forward. Upfront, down low, low rent high maintenance. I'm prematurely post-traumatic and i have a love child who send's me hate-mail. I like rough sex, i like tough love, i use the f-word in my email. My software in my hard drive is harcdore, no soft porn. I bought a microwave in a mini mall. i bought a minivan in a mega store. I eat fast food in the slow lane. I'm a rude dude but i'm the real deal, coked up and ready to rock. Rough, tough and hard to bluff. I'm hanging in there ain't no doubt and i'm hanging tough, over and out.

We keep holding onto nothing
We keep typing, we're not talking
I feel like I'm onto something
We keep moving, we're not touching.

1. Suutelisitko minua?
2. Nukkuisitko kanssani sängyssä vaiko sohvalla?
3. Nukkuisitko päällä, alla, vieressä vai sohvalla?
4. Nukkuisimmeko yön vai valvoisimmeko?
5. Millä tavalla valvottaisit minua?
6. Jos minulla olisi kylmä niin saisitko minut lämpiämään?
7. Kerro paras ulkonäöllinen ja henkinen piirteeni?
8. Mistä pidät minussa?
9. Kuvaile minua kolmella sanalla.
10. Pidätkö minusta?
11. Voisitko kuvitella seurustelevasi kanssani?
12. Jos niin miksi?
13. Panisitko minua?
14. Pistätkö tämän omaan blogiisi, että voin vastata sinulle?

Meidän täytyy olla kylmiä ja kovia niinkuin maailma jossa elämme.

Meidän ei sovi näyttää tunteitamme, koska ne ovat viimeinen muisto vapaudesta.

On pimeää ja sataa vettä niin ulkona kuin sisällänikin.

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kadehtimaan kuolleita.

Pelkään silti eniten, niitä pieniä hetkiä
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