<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener("load", function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <iframe src="http://www.blogger.com/navbar.g?targetBlogID=22653352&amp;blogName=endless+nameless.&amp;publishMode=PUBLISH_MODE_BLOGSPOT&amp;navbarType=BLACK&amp;layoutType=CLASSIC&amp;searchRoot=http%3A%2F%2Fhhhea.blogspot.com%2Fsearch&amp;blogLocale=en_US&amp;homepageUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fhhhea.blogspot.com%2F" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" height="30px" width="100%" id="navbar-iframe" allowtransparency="true" title="Blogger Navigation and Search"></iframe> <div></div>
Saturday, February 25, 2006
vol.1 / buying a stairway to heaven.









vol.2 / our shadows taller than our souls.








vol. 3 / tasadus.










Friday, February 24, 2006
lots of, lots of.











eile ehk siis midagi jama.





Tuesday, February 21, 2006
thahhaa.



hey you, don’t take it out on me.
you’re bored of everything.
you burned right out.
hey you, so bored and cynical.
it’s fucking wonderful.
they sold you out .













you jump in front of my car when you,

you know all the time that.
ninty miles an hour, girl, is the speed I drive.
you tell me it’s alright, you don’t mind a little pain.
you say you just want me to take you for a ride.
you’re just like crosstown traffic.

so hard to get through to you.
crosstown traffic.
i don’t need to run over you.
crosstown traffic.
all you do is slow me down.






many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau.
some belong to strangers and some to folks you know.
holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand.
to beautify the foothills and shake the many hands.
mul oli igav. juujuu.






Monday, February 20, 2006
palju õnne kurti sünnipäevaks.


if you must
nirvana

i can read, i can write.
i can breathe, proven fact.
bless my greed, crease unfold.
is it me, or my ego.


write some words, make them rhyme.
pieces for assembly line.
set the mood, something new.
is it me, or my attitude.


if you want, to belong.
and you miss, the extremes.
the extremes, act it out.
practicing.
perfecting.
pressuring.
unto to me.


i will wade, in the fire.
to explain, your asylum.
idle times, analyzing.
we'll compare, all our sightings, come on!


i speak to hear my voice.

i can read, i can write.
i can breathe, proven fact.
bless my greed, crease unfold.
is it me, or my ego.

write some words, make them rhyme.
pieces for assembly line.
set the mood, something new.
is it me, or my attitude.

if you want, to belong.
and you miss, the extremes.
the extremes, act it out.
practicing.
perfecting.
pressuring.
unto to me.
vintööress.









Saturday, February 18, 2006
natuke jaanuarikuud.