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Monday, June 19, 2006
murder the motive of all your death shall come as a release my hatred and anger it will please to engulf myself in the sweet revenge your rotting flesh, its aromatic stench i'll slice your flesh off piece by piece or more so, layer by layer till your eye's secretion falling tear by tear it'll hit the bone so white on it shines the dim dark light in your wounds so deeply etched your flesh will be stretched now comes the point of salt and pain where it'll smarte and you will faint but with the sound of a screeching brake it'll awake you, your back to break you won't feel your toes anymore for like your heart, it tore you'll drift between heaven and hell and you'll hear the church's bells but in the silence of the night the chains of hell extinguish all hope and light so dear, tell me do you still want to fight? if it is meant to be how this should end useless will be my plan in this pain i will pleasure flesh and mind ever so tender it it is his will for me to die let it be tonight i cry for fate and destiny is all i know who is my darkest foe? so honey, tell me do you still take up my plight? Friday, June 16, 2006
the past should be the present, and the future too. don't you ever wish, the past to be like an orgasm. sweet and pleasureable, short yet unforgettable. bang soccer balls FUCK ENGLAND. =) Friday, June 09, 2006
a grave grave QNS: Do you fear death? ANS: YES NO YES, BUT NOT IN THE FUTURE death should be embraced. worshiped. glorified. life - till death do us part death - till we meet again Thursday, June 08, 2006
The Breakfast Club *They only met once, but it changed their lives forever. *They were five total strangers, with nothing in common, meeting for the first time: a brain, a beauty, a jock, a rebel, and a recluse. Before the day was over, they broke the rules, bared their souls, and touched each other in a way they never dreamed possible. *Five strangers with nothing in common, except each other -you want to but you can't, and when you do you wish you didn't Monday, June 05, 2006
BB BANG_|_BALLS i really like post ONE, the later portion. i still feel the same way now. why? cause i'm a stupid boy with no fucking brains. JEAN: get your songs from me. and good luck for your book keeping test or what. YIHUI: hello just in case you stumble upon this while blog surfing. hahaha. RACHEL: hello, goodbye. i like the way timothy nga said it. it was nice. hahaha. Sunday, June 04, 2006
duo The Unspoken Anxiety, uncertainty, curiosity The dangers from the silence A whirl, a messed up space Leaves to nothing but silence Worry, sadness, depression Who knows but thyself? The urge, the need to speak All are left to be unspoken Confusion, wild guesses, miscommunications Words filled with fire Why do thorns hurt, When what we really want, is just a sniff of the roses? Droplets of dew fall on the red petal Nothing but red petals fall The coldness, the shivers All that is left behind. -Aw Yihui It Will Be Spoken The day will come When all man will speak The deadly thoughts in his mind Will be defused with the power of speech in its simple lines These lines will be of passion And of love Soon, this mess we created – to be Gone, destructed Clarity of the mind given to instinct Confusion, the child of logic Words of love Statements of promise With faith, please count on this Hope grows in the petal red And nothing but doubt leads to it dying dead The warmth of love, the trust Will be spoken and left behind -Mark Tay |
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