Recent reviews by nemo

In all honesty, this is just a typical day in the Balkans without any exaggeration.

In our headlights, staring, bleak, beer cans, deer's eyes
On the asphalt underneath, our crushed plans and my lies
Lonely street signs, powerlines, they keep on flashing, flashing by

And we keep driving into the night
It's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye
And we keep driving into the night
It's a late goodbye

Your breath hot upon my cheek, and we crossed, that line
You made me strong when I was feeling weak, and we crossed, that one time
Screaming stop signs, staring wild eyes, keep on flashing, flashing by

And we keep driving into the night
It's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye
And we keep driving into the night
It's a late goodbye

The devil grins from ear to ear when he sees the hand he's dealt us
Points at your flaming hair, and then we're playing hide and seek
I can't breathe easy here, less our trail's gone cold behind us
Till' in the john mirror you stare at yourself grown old and weak

And we keep driving into the night
It's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye...

Night, the world, it's mine, with nobody else out here
It's time, run wild and royally cavalier
To burn, ignite, I'd do it for so much less
When all is made clear there is nothing else

And here we stand, the sweet arresting duality
And I come to, it's resin all over me
Will I awake, will I get a ride with you
In this race of two

We're an endless stream of choices
We're the softest murmur of voices

Without names we're fantasising
Dancing like flames, mesmerising
My dark disquiet playing such eerie harmonies

Making waves and diving under
Lightning to the sound of thunder
My dark disquiet singing such haunting melodies

So white, so still, so bright, it's almost too painful now
I'm ready to fight, to run from the light

And here now comes the sweet corrupting reality
While now I'm free, will I once cease to be
Will I awake, will I get a ride with you
In this race of two

We are momentary masters
We're false kings and bastards

Without names we're fantasising…

We are marionettes by strings animated
Yet like lovers of strings liberated

Without names we're fantasising…

Brothers by blood separated
Marionettes animated
Lovers of strings liberated

Texas Resident Evil Dead ChainSaw Massacre Se7en: Blairhazard

ps Shout out to my man Clancy. He was the real MVP and fought for his survival like a champion until the very end. RIP KING :'( streets will never forget you...

Where's everyone going? T O M B A L A???

DMC1
Oh, I got to tell you, it was perfect. PERFECT! Everything, down to the last, minute details.

DMC2
And I've got to say, in all honesty, it's the biggest piece of dogsh!t that I've ever played.

DMC3
That's what I'm talking about! That's why it's the MVP! That's why it's the GOAT; T H E G O A T!

Butters was ahead of his time...

Hardcore!

𝓦𝓞𝓛𝓞𝓛𝓞

Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie
Where the coyotes wail and the wind blows free
And when I die, don't bury me
'neath the Western sky on the lone prairie

Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie
These words came soft and painfully
From the pallid lips of a youth who lay
On his dying bed at the break of day


But we buried him there, on the lone prairie
Where the rattlesnakes hiss and the wind blows free
In a shallow grave, no one to grieve
'neath the Western sky on the lone prairie

Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie
These words came soft and painfully
From the pallid lips of a youth who lay
On his dying bed at the break of day

On his dying bed at the break of day...