Custom Diary, bullets and lyrics

Friday, December 23, 2011

Dostal jsem úkol vyrobit diář pro kamaráda. Téma? Apakalypsa. Přemejslel jsem jak to udělat a nakonec jsem vymyslel. Pak když byl diář hotovej, tak jsem se na něj podíval a říkal jsem si, že mu něco chybí a že s ním nejsem až tak moc spokojený. Zavolal jsem kamarádovi, co má zbrojní pas a pistoli a vyrazili jsme do střelnice. Bylo to mé poprvé. Zbrań jsem už v ruce držel, ale nikdy z ní nestřílel, ale pravdou je, že jsem si to vždycky chtěl zkusit. Bylo to zvlášní, ale vlastně fajn. Jen se mi ještě asi dvě hodiny chvělo tělo. Nikdy bych zbrań nechtěl mít a nosit ji u sebe. Myslím, že tenhle svět je dost šílený i bez lídí nosících kvéra za opaskem.
Každopádně jsem rád, že jsem tenhle diář udělal...a že jsem si zastřílel.

I got a task to make a custom diary for a friend. Topic? Apocalypse. There are many ways how to aproach it, how to visualize it. I had couple of ideas and than made a notebook. Still not fully sattisfied with the outcome I called my friend who owns a gun (legally) and asked him if we could go to the shooting range to get the diary shooted.
So we went there the day after. It was my first time. Not first time holding gun but first time firing it. To be honest I always wanted to try it, but never wanted to own it and carry it, coz I think there enough insanity in this World even without people with killing weapon hanging on their belt.
Well it was fun. My hands were shaking a bit even couple of hours after. But Im happy i tried it and made this custom diary.

Reflections lyrics by TRIAL:

the wreckage of humanity has been strewn across the land
and now the hour of desperation is at hand
we the maggots feed off the dead
seeking solace in a bed of broken glass
we bleed infected water
beneath bright skins of polished steel
through empty, yearning, starved and frustrated hearts
which long for risk and reason
this is a standard and sterile half-life to lead
empty facades conceal slow decay
within these new dark ages which breed discontent
to give up all hope to see the dawn
reveals a victims face beneath the veneer
struggling to show that it's been wronged
led astray by the myths of the father
with ancient wounds often ignored
fighting for scraps from the table
while slowly we rot on the floor
struggling for balance amid these unholy lies
reflecting terror and chaos
we are born into suffering
with constructs, icons, idols and eyes
which manifest and forecast our fear of our own demise
but on the eve of the apocalypse
you can burn these words into my flesh:
"we are the tortured and insane disillusioned and mundane
unknown and unnamed desperate and enslaved
and we want something more"

Dálší diář měl mít téma Joy Division. V tomhle případě jsem naštěstí na střelnici chodit nemusel.
Another person wanted diary with Joy Division on/in it. At least I didnt have to go to the shooting range this time :-).

Lyrics to Love Will Tear Us Apart :

When routine bites hard,
And ambitions are low,
And resentment rides high,
But emotions won't grow,
And we're changing our ways,
Taking different roads.

Then love, love will tear us apart again.
Love, love will tear us apart again.

Why is the bedroom so cold?
You've turned away on your side.
Is my timing that flawed?
Our respect runs so dry.
Yet there's still this appeal
That we've kept through our lives.

But love, love will tear us apart again.
Love, love will tear us apart again.

You cry out in your sleep,
All my failings exposed.
And there's a taste in my mouth,
As desperation takes hold.
Just that something so good
Just can't function no more.

But love, love will tear us apart again.
Love, love will tear us apart again.
Love, love will tear us apart again.
Love, love will tear us apart again.
Custom guest book for Sir Tobys Hostel

Another custom notebooks for a friends company Markantum.

Posted by: Deaf Messanger