http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:TheYikes&section=today deviantART RSS for by:TheYikes en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Thu, 31 Dec 2009 04:51:04 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://TheYikes.deviantart.com/journal/17462849/ http://TheYikes.deviantart.com/journal/17462849/ Sat, 22 Mar 2008 18:01:41 PDT Different deseases are bothering me for now three weeks and more. Pisses me off.
I've often been thinking about giving up art. Giving up creating. There's gotta be another way to drain a brain and soul.

I dream of a time when you just do it. Do it. Do what you're just thinking wihtout thinking of what you're thinking.

I have to move into a bigger city to hide in the masses. Not to be the unique snowflake...what a relief. I think.

C'mon time, eat what's left of me!
Back to the pills. Oh, lovely, bloody pills.



So long, suckers.

]]> ~TheYikes http://TheYikes.deviantart.com/journal/14090383/ http://TheYikes.deviantart.com/journal/14090383/ Thu, 09 Aug 2007 12:48:50 PDT T minus life and counting.
Time to drag my tongue across the salt and hope to get a taste in a mind-world where you want to feel so much an you're stuck with tasting discontent.

Have to move forward. Have to do so much more than now.

"You have to give up. You have to realize that someday you gonna die. This is your life. Doesn't get any better than this."

Never be complete. Finding the door to see the white ball of healing light. Somehow I seem to be just the present sparks of impulses and needs that cross my mind.
Need do something for people I don't want to loose, but of whom I already think I did.

I hate growing up. It's not like you're broken, only swolen.
Oh please, bring back 1999.

[Have to] remember; your a wreck an accident. Have to forget the freak and just get nature. Keep the brain-gun oiled and the temple clean.
Shit, snort and blaspheme let the heads cool and the engine run because:

In the end everything we do, is just everything we've done.

]]> ~TheYikes http://TheYikes.deviantart.com/journal/10676135/ http://TheYikes.deviantart.com/journal/10676135/ Fri, 10 Nov 2006 05:23:16 PST
If you read this sentence, please ignore it.

This sentence will end before you'll be able to pronounce the word 'pronou..'.

I'm the thought you just had.

Just when you don't look at it, this sentence will be german.

Does this sentence remind you of your mother?


Wouldn't make things right if I was never wrong, right?
If you disagree, please die.

And don't take this shit too serious.
Thank you and good evening.

]]> ~TheYikes http://TheYikes.deviantart.com/journal/8160901/ http://TheYikes.deviantart.com/journal/8160901/ Tue, 14 Mar 2006 16:02:21 PST medicinal Overkill....

Please, would you turn me out of despair?
I can't get rid of you, so could you be consoling instead of downbeating?

I'm tired of feeling anaesthetised and there are some words that are banging through my head; 'Overdosed - with anything but sleep'.
Can't remember where this sentence was from...but I like it somehow.

Though I'm feeling to be chased by it

Para-fucking-noia 's driving me insane

Just to centralise this whole crap:
I don't feel that well

*shrugs*
It could be worse. Really. ]]> ~TheYikes http://TheYikes.deviantart.com/journal/7685458/ http://TheYikes.deviantart.com/journal/7685458/ Mon, 23 Jan 2006 13:21:21 PST It's kinda hard to rest when everybody's on your case, on your own. Hard to sleep when everybody's a concern.
Sub-conscious smile in discontent

What if I wanted to fight? Laugh it all off in your face?
What would you do? Most importantly... What was I waiting for?

Do you live, do you die, do you bleed for the fantasy? In your mind, through your eyes, do you see?

Why am I always babbling nonsense in this journals.....? o_Ô

Maybe running away makes sense. Maybe I'll call it running home.
This is what I wanted for so long

Bury me! Bury me!

....nevermind ]]> ~TheYikes http://TheYikes.deviantart.com/journal/7509452/ http://TheYikes.deviantart.com/journal/7509452/ Wed, 04 Jan 2006 15:34:45 PST
I don't know how to rate a failure and that's why I've nothing more to say and I'm so sick of your behavior. You'll watch me when I walk away.

Basically....I'm just sick and tired of beeing sick and tired.

I'll play the game, choose a side, learn to loose and I'll fuck my pride.


So, my dear life;

You suck. ]]> ~TheYikes http://TheYikes.deviantart.com/journal/7168068/ http://TheYikes.deviantart.com/journal/7168068/ Mon, 28 Nov 2005 14:03:27 PST I can't stop these words from dropping out my mouth, even I you can't tell what they're trying to tell you. Just sentences with no direction...

Mark my words, 'cause this is the part where I realize that there's a tiny scratch in my mind. It grows. And it won't let me sleep, not even think straight or see the lettered walls that come down. Pleasure, it seems, if I could crack like those bricks, shattering to the floor where I've been before. There I will be staring
back at the bottom.
And the dysfunction in my head caves in and tries to take away all that I have, all I claim
Well this I know,... that I just fail.

And after all, I'm choking on my thoughts of what I used to be. What I planed to be. What I'm not sure about if I can be what I want to.
Besides that, with the absence of somebody, I can't start to breath again...
And I guess I miss my home, I could not stay. I'll return, it's alright, I'm ok.
I'll carry on, just to lighten the load.

So....Would somebody please brush away these fists above my face?
I've got myself deep this time in tons of building frustration, and it shows me nothing. It shows me nothing at all.

And the sagness?
Lace me up.... because I don't know how much you thought I'd be
All I am is all I'll be.
Can't be much more than me. ]]> ~TheYikes http://TheYikes.deviantart.com/journal/6969060/ http://TheYikes.deviantart.com/journal/6969060/ Sun, 06 Nov 2005 07:09:26 PST My hands are shaking.


Damn', I can feel the break....



Now that was enlightening, huh?
Just a preview *shrugs* ]]> ~TheYikes http://TheYikes.deviantart.com/journal/6693290/ http://TheYikes.deviantart.com/journal/6693290/ Thu, 06 Oct 2005 08:03:26 PDT [:tHe CoGnItIoN:] Can't be me
[:ThE tHoUgHt:] ....do I really know where I'm going?
[:ThE WoRdS:] "If you don't know what you want you end up with a lot you don't."
[:CuRrEnT tUnE:] Bullet for my Valentine == Four Words to choke upon
[:CaTcHy TuNe:] Kidney Thieves == Creature

Peel back the layers and see what I’ve become.
Satisfied? now I feel nothing. Stay away - I swear it wasn’t me!


And everything's so blurry.... ]]> ~TheYikes