World Of White Trash - El mundo de la basura blanca: 03/2005

Inside The Olympia

New Born Again

My Life

Jeannette

Ze Freddy

Ze ömer

Henri´s Bike

A Belgium Joke

Ingo and André

Ritchie & Willy

Tell me What is the name of this Guy?

My ring is Back

EASTER !!!

Enjoy It

Colors of blue on the left edging stress on the right

Forbidden !!!!

tequila

cold fire tingles lips
like a long kiss goodnight
leaning against a door
and wanting
wanting to part
lower lips,thirst for the curl
of smoke on your tongue
the last drop of amber
slides down your throat
and your glass
is empty

Auwa !!!

wait !!!

Circle !! found this pic on a berlin blog

Tell me !!

Dreams

Dreams
Thats the Name
of
the new song of Art & Chaos
This is a song to enjoy
take a seat or lay down
Close your eyes
and welcome to the world
of
Art & Chaos

Old FlAsh From 2OO2 by Art & Chaos

So What

Crass
(The Feeding Of The 5000)

They ask me why I'm hateful, why I'm bad.
They tell me I got things they never had.
They tell me go to church and see the light.
Cos the good lord's always right.

So what, so what.
So what if Jesus died on the cross.
So what about the fucker, I don't give a toss.
So what if the master walked on the water.
I don't see him trying to stop the slaughter.
They say I wouldn't have to live from bins.
If I would go along, confess my sins.
They say I shouldn't commit no crime.
Cos Jesus Christ is watching all the time.

So what, so what.
So what if he's always over my shoulder.
I realise the truth as I get older.
I get to see what a con it is.
Because it's my life, mine not his.
Well, they say they're going to send me away.
Said they're going to make me pay.
We're sorry but you got to go.
But you were naughty, you said "No".

So what, so what.
So what if I see through the lies.
So what if the people I despise
Twist my arm and make me work,
I'm no deaf, no fucking jerk.
I'm no spastic lying in the street.
I'm no superstar elite.
I'm just a person, a human being.
NO YOU'RE NOT, YOU'RE A PART OF THE MACHINE.
You're a part our machine because we want you to be.
We've got you now and you'll never be free.
We can even have your body after you're dead.
We can take the eyes out of your fucking head.
Yes we'll take them out, use them again.
We can do it you know cos we've got your brain.
We'll crucify you like we crucified him.
We'll make you obey our every whim.
We got the power, the power and the glory.
I've heard that before in a different story.
But the story I heard covered up the truth,
Didn't touch on the actual factual proof.
Didn't say about the bodies in the concentration camps,
Didn't say about the (surgeons) knives underneath the lamps,
Doesn't say that the ovens are still warm,
Doesn't say that this wretched little form
Is a human being who wants to live
But not in the snot and shit they give.

They say that I had better keep quiet
Or they're gonna douse my light.
Jesus Christ can save my life,
But I can always use my knife.
So what, so what, so what, so what, so what, so what, so what, SO WHAT.

Funky business

Kill Kill Kill . . Kill Your body your natural Design . . kill your mothers Creation . . kill ya damn bones and muscles . . get a weeny willy and a brain of pudding !!!