Things to come - Bogus Blimp

As I enter the basement I live in, I notice that something is wrong. The smell from the refrigerator has grown tremendously strong. The Ooze has merged with the

Sugar, coffe, cigarettes and fear. Just another song about me. Tired and sad. Yet kind of happy. Sugar, coffe, cigarettes and fear. Tired and sad from being ali

Bashed my skull in, making room for God. Opened a vein. Opened another vein. Stiill no room for God. Realized God is in everything, though, not inside. Tried to

Oxygen. Funny really. (Oxygen:) Good. (Carbondioxide:) Bad. You need 2% bad to survive. To little: you grow dizzy. To much: You grow tired.

Welcome I am your computer Initiating Scanning quadrant no 9000065b Scanning Scanning One hit I want to be king instead of the king We can not allow the natural

No-one tells me when to laugh or frown. Still I can not free myself from the thought: I am not that unique at all. I watch me on TV. On-Off. Left, right, mute Y

I am growing numb, dumb. It does not feel real. I can not hear clear, but I see: I am becoming just like M and P, but on the bottom of the sea. Take me away. Ru

Hello world This is me Life should be Fun for everyone Every now and then I'm insecure Let me show you life Can be so pure Seize the day Wear a big happy smile