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Trouble in school.

Trouble on the job.

Trouble in the family.



Trouble between friends.

Trouble between enemies.

Trouble with the troubled.

Trouble with the careless.

Trouble big and small.

Trouble till you fall.

Trouble for us all.



Trouble single serving.

Trouble for trouble's sake.

Trouble for the strong.

Trouble for the weak.



Every day of every week.

Trouble is all we care to seek.

I know of such horror that I alone would be able to recreate hell on earth by mere thought.

My world is an abstraction from reality but often proven to be more real than the one I rest my legs on.

I am utterly disturbed in my daily doings and endeavours by odd visions.

Even though I try to write them out in words, draw them on paper or create sounds and songs of what I live through in my mind - it only catches a glimpse of what I intend to show, and even such a flawed glimpse is twisted and turned into rubbish by the complete lack of competence and understanding displayed by the general public.

I do not crave other peoples understanding per se; as I have no need of such. I am too numb towards the outer world to care for anything it does - actually I am a very cynial and careless person, with reason.

However, I would very much like for that big bubble of chaotic inexplainableness to get out of my head before it pops completely open.

I need more room for my underworld and since the universe seems to have infinite space - why not put it there?

I just need to find a key to the lock before the deadline runs out, because if that happens I am almost certain that I will become a raving madman.

Grammophone plays icy vinyl.

Distant sounds echo from the sewers.

Smooth jazz recorded in a soaked paper-box.

The silence of the stalker is a tailbiting tunnel without end.

Neighbors are floating around in their empty flats.

Shrieking snow flowers color rattling feet.

Every engine has a heartbeat of steam.

Ultraviolence plays manic-depriva on chords unknown, unfit.

I'a! Mother and father.

Dilapidated pyramids made of skin and nails.

Labyrinth walls lead the way to the land of everywhere.

The road is paved with rotting flesh, patrolled by the bleeding eyesockets of space-time.

Cry no more dear child of the repulsive and loathsome.



Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn.



I'a! Mind and spirit.

Reconciliation of mental thought.

The melted clockwork rang "302" for deep meditation.

Odd mouthless creatures shown in the mirror of orphan tears.

Hooded piano-man plays a waltz for the deformity of Libra.

On the other side it pours down with what is lonely and bleak.

.gnihtyreve kcartkcaB



Look beyond the waves.

The horizon has gone away forever.



"Horror - the true horror that paralyzes the mind and scars it with nightmares - is never truly healed."