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Wednesday, May 31, 2006
dreams of a goldfish Kindly leave some literature in the toilet so that when I take a crap I can read some shit. Meryl Joan Lee - HOOOO!!!! = Rui En. hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. =) Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Soma-lalalalala dope the pope, - the tiara for a princess, cause the pope loves dope. - and a royal crown for my ass. "put your arms around me - a gramme is hug me - better than a damn. till you drug me honey kiss me till i'm in a coma - well... hug me - then, damn you. honey, snuggly." north, north-east, east, south-east, south, south-south-west... EUREKA! so this is how it should end, ironically, with strings attached. Saturday, May 27, 2006
humankind cannot live without stories life is a story, we are the authors - write a legacy, not a fallacy. Thursday, May 18, 2006
why... there are times when i stop and think. to think about you. why. love the flaws in the person, not the perfection. sweet dreams, troubled one. Sunday, May 14, 2006
a story of stories in a land far far away lived a tale a tale of love a story of trust a story that would live to the ends of time ... the story of life you never know what to trust or what you see the stories in life they're meant to be with each episode that comes and painfully goes deep down in your heart etched in gold the simple letters that spell, pain in a thousand fold you never knew where to turn or where to go with all around blinding and stifling you yourself not sure of your personal goal flickle and loose your heart loosely hung your love randomly flung this sorrow patiently grew the story of life with all the love and lies the love of the mother the love of the friend the passion of the lover brews to the hate of man the choices made in spite painfully they bite at the flesh of man, the muscle of the heart and this tale will all end with words written on paper with a bloody pen with tears in the eyes of man with fears never able to comprehend the pain of the author, the sorrow of man the need for love the pursuit of passion will be where it finally ends Thursday, May 11, 2006
lit made man and man made god Man made from god He we call lord Once ruled by the church They left us in the lurch Freedom an alien Rights a freak Mind forged manacles made stern No creative juice could leak The tiger, a force of might The fly, appears only in the night In passion we proclaim The nurse, here to clean the stains Pipe on piper Lead us to the den of the tiger There we’ll be sacrificed And consecrated to their lies Continuing the journey of time Here’s Conrad’s line: Heart of Darkness The façade of civilization led to our blindness A journey of self-discovery A body of doubt Where’s the path to moral recovery? Vaporized into the clouds The river Thames The British sure not tame Invading lands abroad Their slaves call them lord Who are they to speak of culture Or more so efficiency and power? Beast of men evolved Remember, power in the world revolves Man’s pain soon switched Family problems at man pitched To run, Or confront? Tyrone stinged Mary drugged At Tyrone’s pocket Hardy pinched The boys, only thugs They ran and hid Alliances were bid But love was present Sadly ending with only cheap treason A Mary in white Don’t switch on the light They were all blinded in the dark By life’s non-existent happy cheerful lark Then came the hives of industries Where Tom lost his key His escape to a coffin Shhh… you be as silent as a pin Glass is fragile It is weak Laura’s limp – never agile Her futures bleak Shoes on shoes off Their home barely Amanda’s past loft Day in day out All as ordinary as anyone in the crowd Jim came and went Tom stayed too long to lament Amanda nagged too much as a mother That’s why they lost their charming father A model of paradise Their lives like dice Tossed around Their fate was never sound Women degenderlized Man almost the lord Their gender priced Ohhh… the women scream: MY FORD! The mindless washing Ideas and freedom flushing In the gym where they lay Only to await the next dreaded day Offred, Joy Do they both have a ploy? Moira, alone she stands Sadly, without a plan And finally, in the land not in our time Where jar’s queued up in their long lines Men made according to their class Sadly, cheapened to mere grass Lenina drugged and strips Only to be faced by John’s noble plea This to soon turn into pleasure with whips With the noose he tries to flee Huxley’s my man For paradise is his land Technology created The preoccupation with progress – mans fixated Does our journey end In such a land? With Blake’s ideals Keep yourself, don’t be reduced Sunday, May 07, 2006
one word desribes you best. E-X-O-T-I-C Tuesday, May 02, 2006
pornographic. jealousy creeps up just behind awaiting to strike without a fight it comes with love it brings you pain it comes with friendship and brings you great disdain it confuses you blinding you from whats true it violates purity plundering your virginity you can run and you can't fight you too can't hide in the darkness of the night it is then when she will come descend down your stiffened heart she will rob you of all your light leaving you clueless in the darkness of the night helpless in the dark alley of your own plight she gracefully takes flight. god be with us all. faith is blind. don't ask why for you never question the question in question. you live to die your soul then flies life tasty as pie attracting only maggots and flies with respect to the abortion video shown to us today, how many of you are really affected by it? a picture paints a thousand words. a video with a song, a billion. but really, what can we do?! abort those abort-ers? its their choice. prevention is better than cure, maybe we should never have experimented with it in the frist place. life is precious, but how precious? isn't death at times more precious than the life given? the only consolation we have is that those poor kids never had to endure the pain of hell we have to endure everyday. may god take all of them into his kingdom, and forgive those heartless sluts who abort them. AMEN. PS on second thoughts, GOD, please don't forgive those sluts. let them burn in hell. Monday, May 01, 2006
homophobic fags the facination with tits since when did they turn to dicks?! men used to lust only for women's bust but now in mondern day's plight these people, they see no light they find love in their kind they've got to be blind don't they see man's solemn plea? for them to be straight and not to sway to be laid by chicks not screwed with hardened sticks but they say its not about the sex or the looks on the street its about the love their hearts union in one beat some say its their choice and i say its their foolish voice what do they know their hands and feet still cold they know not what love is or what sex should be all they see is each other's loving company its not right to judge or to pass comments but you've got to know society for you, we lament think not for yourselves but think for your family think not of the present but think for the future that awaits bob marley should still be alive to give enlightenment to these poor lost and confused souls. REGGAE, do your thing! PLEASE. good night. and once again. its drawing nearer signs clearer the end coming start packing PS. theres no such thing as fearlessness. WHY? because when you're fearless, you fear the fear that can be a fear to you. |
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