#friss oder stirb

[musikpoeten]

Entweder du stirbst oder du frisst einfach mit. Besser du steigst heute noch mit ein, auch du kannst eine Heuschrecke sein.

OK KID / Ich und die Planierraupe

[yiik-me-away]

Friss und stirb

[echt]

eat or be eaten.

uns geht es richtig gut, selbst im delirium, ein paradies vor unseren augen. wir machen unsere träume wahr, wir sind alle superstars, man muss nur jeden tag dran glauben.

oh, ich liebe dieses leben, das bisschen sehnsucht bringt mich nicht um.

scheiß auf die neue mitte, propaganda kann uns mal! "friss oder stirb" ist die parole. wir haben genug von diesem schwachsinn und der ganzen heuchelei, dieser alten suppe aus neuen dosen.

oh, wir lieben dieses leben, das bisschen sehnsucht bringt uns nicht um.

und jeder tag ist wie ein neues wunder (ein blaues wunder). und jeder tag ist wie ein neuer freund (dein neuer freund). und bleibt's mal irgendwann für immer dunkel, der letzte abend wird unser bester sein.

einigkeit und recht und freiheit und solidarität, wir sind so müde von diesem gute-nacht-gebet. diese ganzen schönen worte will keiner mehr hören. außer der zeit haben wir nichts zu verlieren.

guten morgen neues deutschland, wir leben heut zum ersten mal, und unser herz braucht keine reformen. wir möchten endlich wieder atmen, wir brauchen nur etwas luft, wir geben uns noch nicht verloren

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[uschicatsirk]

Friss oder stirb. Sage ich mir jedes mal, wenn ich darüber nachdenke, eine Diät zu machen. Außerdem ist es ein netter Song von den Toten Hosen. Und überhaupt ein ziemlich konsumkillender Spruch, wenn man ihn sarkastisch meint.

[5-kleine-jaegermeister-blog]

Für Vom-Fanatics.

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So, vom Golfen die Bilder... ^^

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Eine Bewegung, ihr seid weg wie PC-Bildschirmschoner.

[the-unseen-knife-blog]

Friss oder Stirb (Sink or Swim) || Solo

It was so dark. Kaden’s eyes could hardly make out the sharpened shard of wood in his white-knuckled grasp. The hand that wasn’t awkwardly clinging to the makeshift weapon fumbled for handle of the cold steel door behind him. It only took a few frantic tugs for the ten-year-old boy to realize it was locked.

 He felt the familiar sense panic rise within him as his eyes searched for purchase in the blackness, his stomach threatening to spill its contents all over the floor of his parent’s basement. An irrational fear, his mother had told him so many times as she tucked him in with tight hospital corners. You shouldn’t be afraid of the dark, you should be afraid of the monsters that hide in it. Monsters that if he was lucky would sooner rip his throat out than speak a word to him. Monsters like whatever that figure huddled in the corner was.

 He heard his breathing quicken as he shut eyes hoping that maybe they would un-adjust. Wait. He could hear his breathing, only his breathing, which meant that thing that was starting to move ever so slowly towards him didn’t breath. The startled cogs of brain clicked into place. Vampire.

 “Kid.” The male vampire’s voice was gruff in the stale air, the German dialect suggesting the beast was native. It was a language he had only recently mastered in the year since his family had fled France, but he didn’t have long to worry about prefect translation, as the shadow-y shape had begun to inch towards him, dragging across the concrete. “Kid, we don’t have to do this. Whatever they told you, it’s not true. This can end now. Just step away from the door.“

 The last few words the vampire spoke were closer to a sickening gurgle than actual words. The creature was obviously in pretty bad shape. Not exactly surprising seeing how it had come into contact with his parents. Still it was over twice his size, and healing at an unnatural rate as it spoke. “Kid?”

 “Sie verdammt nochmal nicht zu mir sprechen!” Kaden spat, closing his shaking fist tighter around the stake.  You do not fucking talk to me again.

 His sent a vicious kick flying towards the vampire’s head, but he missed in the near total darkness, giving the vampire the perfect opportunity to grab hold of the boy’s slender ankle. His head smacked violently against the floor as his feet were pulled out from under him. His free leg kicked wildly, and his screams filled the cramped space as the vampire clawed his way up his body, tearing at his clothes. A few seconds later he felt the same claws yank his head back by his short black hair exposing his neck.

 This was it. Sink or swim. The three words he had heard as his father slammed the door behind him. Friss oder stirb. Sink or swim. He felt control drifting away as twin spikes grazed along his throat. The creature drew back slightly and snarled in his face, knowing it had won, and that’s when Kaden decided he would not fade into darkness without a fight.

 In one swift motion he crashed his aching skull into the vampire’s nose, being rewarded by his first distinctive crack of cartilage, the spray of dark, hot liquid, and the vampire instinctively drawing its hands to its face in anguish. The vampire didn’t even get a chance to let out a moan before Kaden thrust the splinter into his flesh with his now free hand. The boy coughed and clambered up onto his knees as the ashes washed over

 He licked his lips and swallowed a mouthful of the bitter remnants of his first kill as he staggered over to the door. He knocked gently, three times. We’re very proud of you, Son, he heard as stepped out into the open air. Kaden finished brushing the ashes off his shirt and slipped the stake into waistband of his jeans. Despite his throbbing head he managed to look up at his parents with a smile on his sweet, blood-splattered face. 

 “Now it’s the dark’s turn to be afraid.” The little boy said.