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About Me Member Art Appreciator Annie Izabella Ryperos20/Female/Norway Recent Activity Deviant for 2 Years
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Ti bud til en ung mann som vil frem i verden

Thu Mar 19, 2009, 10:36 PM
I
Det første bud er ganske lett.
De som er flest har alltid rett.


II
Tenk alltid på hva folk vil si.
Og ta den sterkestes parti.


III
Og tviler du, så hold deg taus
til du ser hvem som får applaus.


IV
Tenk nøye ut hva du bør mene.
Det kan bli dyrt å stå alene.


V
Følg ingen altfor høye krav.
Men si, hva du har fordel av.


VI
Si alle hva de gjerne hører.
Gå stille gjennom alle dører.
(For sannhet bringer sorg og nød,
mens daglig løgn gir daglig brød.)


VII
Gå aldri oppreist. Snik deg frem.
Og gjør deg varm i alle hjem.


VIII
Husk: Ingen mann kan roses nok.
Slik bygger man en venneflokk.
(Og i et brødre-paradis
har du den beste livspolis.)


IX
Av sladder husker du hvert ord
til bruk i neste sjefskontor.
(Men ingen taktfull sjel forteller
et ord til han som ryktet gjelder.)


X
Hvis siste bud blir respektert,
da er din fremtid garantert!
Følg dristig med i kamp mot troll,
men vis fornuftig måtehold!
Skrid tappert frem i livets strid,
én time forut for din tid.

- Jens Bjørneboe

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Celebrating good health with a cigarette.
Through the curtains we see silhuettes,
of prostitutes, pleasuring themselves.
Bow for the whores of excellence!

Schitzofrenic bastards going out of their mind.
A horny God in the corner waiting for the sign!
It's the celebration for 3-6-5 days or more!
Mystified monsters and entertaintment is assured.

We're spinning the world for one more year,
I'm turning my head, and you're still there,
and we're all dancing in the slaughterhouse,
where whores and beggars buy their love.

Money and greed, it's all done deeds.
Hearts diseased, but we're all pleased.
Taste the skin of your second best.
Drinking champagne, failing tests.
The world is not for the innocent.
If you're stuck in jail, break through the fence!

Telling stories around the fire.
Whiskey and ice mixed with yearning desire.
Disgusted by the mirrors and the lies.
A deck of cards and a rolling dice.
Cracks in the ceiling, insects are screaming,
adults are singing, children are sleeping.

And we're all smiling in a drunken haze.
The women are moaning and the men are amazed.
Welcome the demons, while the angels are erased,
and we're all in love with the blushing saint...
We're all in love with the blushing saint...

Bring your weapon and join the crowd.
Cracking up skulls, breaking your bones!
Blood and guts are painting your face.
You're going to hell and you're feeling great!

You're getting raped by ghosts in your very own bed
and they all tell you it's in your head...
You moan, you scream, and then you smile
in a perfect psychic lullaby.

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  • Current Residence: Norway.
  • Interests: Your mother.
  • Favourite movie: The Fountain.
  • Favourite band or musician: Devil Doll, Mr.Doctor.
  • Favourite genre of music: Classical, jazz, rock, blues & metal.
  • Favourite poet or writer: J.R.R. Tolkien.
  • Favourite photographer: Joel-Peter Witkin.
  • Favourite style of art: Surrealistic madness.
  • Favourite game: Crash Bandicoot.
  • Favourite cartoon character: Timon.
  • Personal Quote: "The maestro is dead; and all that is left; is silence."

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:iconningos:
Hallo there!

Jeg visste ikke at du var på Deviant Ane før Trine viste meg profilen din. Gjett om jeg ble glad :)

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