Write away super hay
hounds all the dreams you ever had
peels it off, squeeze it dry
rollicking your head to the inaudible tempo
waiting for the itch to die down
of the backstabbings
on the backstage of your life
Middle Finger
Thursday, June 30, 2005
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
run
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phew! the diasporac activities welling on my eyes, and it was not a sight to reckon with. yesterday when the bone came calling, everything halted as moments of merriment and awe crept inside this bland head. Anything when put into meaningful concentration and attention can produce results of outstanding stature. It is about channelling and repositioning parallel thoughts, assembling it through rigorous regime. It was never order that won. Chaos actually rules. She tastes like the real thing but never will she embrace this hands.
phew! the diasporac activities welling on my eyes, and it was not a sight to reckon with. yesterday when the bone came calling, everything halted as moments of merriment and awe crept inside this bland head. Anything when put into meaningful concentration and attention can produce results of outstanding stature. It is about channelling and repositioning parallel thoughts, assembling it through rigorous regime. It was never order that won. Chaos actually rules. She tastes like the real thing but never will she embrace this hands.
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
record release
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the keyboard is too heavy for me to put it on my lap. you should remember, those blaring sounds, deafening moments, why are you still calling my name? raindrops playing down on me, splattering sounds echoing past encounters. Too sad to wail, too tired to think, saw that red top flying high, that wind surely know how to blow. we are kinda aspired by it. This japanese sound monotones injected by 70's melodramatic music plus with beethoven's symphony. police entry on the street with their guns and ammunitions, all the crowds watched helplessly as they began their shooting frenzy hitting anyone who dared to watch. All the able bodies slumped forward, freeze the moment, bring in the peacekeeper. Oblivious to the current happening, what's the deal with reality program? i want my thoughts to be measured, scrolled and exhibited. Then people can gladly queue and pay exorbitant price tickets. Back to blah blahville.
the keyboard is too heavy for me to put it on my lap. you should remember, those blaring sounds, deafening moments, why are you still calling my name? raindrops playing down on me, splattering sounds echoing past encounters. Too sad to wail, too tired to think, saw that red top flying high, that wind surely know how to blow. we are kinda aspired by it. This japanese sound monotones injected by 70's melodramatic music plus with beethoven's symphony. police entry on the street with their guns and ammunitions, all the crowds watched helplessly as they began their shooting frenzy hitting anyone who dared to watch. All the able bodies slumped forward, freeze the moment, bring in the peacekeeper. Oblivious to the current happening, what's the deal with reality program? i want my thoughts to be measured, scrolled and exhibited. Then people can gladly queue and pay exorbitant price tickets. Back to blah blahville.
Monday, June 20, 2005
evening stand
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histogram, the boy weighs too much, little mystery, never solved. Someone been eclectic in exercising their choice of services. Beating drums, rummaging constant pacing, with british accent, disintegrating interests. Way way too much. Messing up your individuality, fame, fortune harbour it, hold down to it. Tried my best to leave, the mere persistance shrilled the determination. Come down now, lower your options. From right to left, again repeating the shake for no one is present to witness the grand design of transmuting yourself into oblivion. Mid afternoon, hot temper flares, still sleeping hugging tightly your bolster, sleepy head wishing for air-conditioner. Find your way out of this wild wild world. Trusting the end, feasible to some, extremely not viable due to its interchangeable qualities. Chaos reigns, no permanence, no particular, the endless has ceased their intention of becoming the end. come out at night, that's where your energy shines.
histogram, the boy weighs too much, little mystery, never solved. Someone been eclectic in exercising their choice of services. Beating drums, rummaging constant pacing, with british accent, disintegrating interests. Way way too much. Messing up your individuality, fame, fortune harbour it, hold down to it. Tried my best to leave, the mere persistance shrilled the determination. Come down now, lower your options. From right to left, again repeating the shake for no one is present to witness the grand design of transmuting yourself into oblivion. Mid afternoon, hot temper flares, still sleeping hugging tightly your bolster, sleepy head wishing for air-conditioner. Find your way out of this wild wild world. Trusting the end, feasible to some, extremely not viable due to its interchangeable qualities. Chaos reigns, no permanence, no particular, the endless has ceased their intention of becoming the end. come out at night, that's where your energy shines.
Monday, June 13, 2005
mess with me, merry me
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sand, pebbles and stones, i suck the road, i spoke too soon, yellow greenish wide open skank humid shooting stars. cant see too blaring, the black is so whitening, but now I frowned, keys of my jeep stainless steel moon. Say it still move, the sail going upwards knocking down the tourists. Heart that seeking the perfect job. Bruises that keeps appearing, so unhappy, bring down yourself to the government, maybe they can help. I drink my sober life, keep on drinking, wouldnt want to spill it over. Silence. This is me doing it all over again, no problem, keep on writing, i might eat my own words one day. such a polished accents, such a pretty face, looking at you from the ugly box, intimidating you to no end. This is how i'm going to end it all, consumed myself infront of you so you can see the climax. i am going to sleep and let people watch over me. arrest this insecurity, babbling over a deformed man, his pants slipping down to the merriment of others, ahh and oohhs of excitement, is this what we will all get?
sand, pebbles and stones, i suck the road, i spoke too soon, yellow greenish wide open skank humid shooting stars. cant see too blaring, the black is so whitening, but now I frowned, keys of my jeep stainless steel moon. Say it still move, the sail going upwards knocking down the tourists. Heart that seeking the perfect job. Bruises that keeps appearing, so unhappy, bring down yourself to the government, maybe they can help. I drink my sober life, keep on drinking, wouldnt want to spill it over. Silence. This is me doing it all over again, no problem, keep on writing, i might eat my own words one day. such a polished accents, such a pretty face, looking at you from the ugly box, intimidating you to no end. This is how i'm going to end it all, consumed myself infront of you so you can see the climax. i am going to sleep and let people watch over me. arrest this insecurity, babbling over a deformed man, his pants slipping down to the merriment of others, ahh and oohhs of excitement, is this what we will all get?
Thursday, June 09, 2005
white elephant
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Text inspired from I might be wrong - radiohead
I could have sworn I saw a light coming out from this ear. Nothing at all, what would i do, if I didnt have the audicity to look back. The world goes out out and come in again. where in this life could you paint the point of life......at the top of your nose, an ice tip melts. I dont know why you bother, nothing ever comes out good from your saliva, you come here just to start a fight, you have to shred this dress, in your effort to appear all towery and tall. Hail to the liar, the point is not mine to adhere to, the point will come when you realised that your tequila runs out of ice. Sniff, sniff that whites away, snuffed it. I will aim you down, inside the ground, wont let this happening to my children, white elephant, sitting duck, I will rise up.
On a different note, as to what life is ascribed to, i do not know, but life itself is a multiplex of rundown films and on top of that let's discuss on the azan scenario raised up by Dr. Farish noor, A 5 minutes intervention, rather periodically and as if regimented, can it not be compared to bell tolling indicating time passing? The call to prayer is by usual standard lasts 5 minutes and has been in perpetuity especially here, what's the big deal? we are not demeaning other people's quality of life and we never actively relegates other people's faith, no matter what, this is a publicity driven campaign creating revolutionary reaction just for the sake of it, claiming himself as the hero of the underprivilliged, or so it seems. Sing you faggot, sing to those who would be happy to listen but becareful to what your tune might turn to, you will get what you're singing for, and may not be happy with the results. We are still on the radio and payroll.
Text inspired from I might be wrong - radiohead
I could have sworn I saw a light coming out from this ear. Nothing at all, what would i do, if I didnt have the audicity to look back. The world goes out out and come in again. where in this life could you paint the point of life......at the top of your nose, an ice tip melts. I dont know why you bother, nothing ever comes out good from your saliva, you come here just to start a fight, you have to shred this dress, in your effort to appear all towery and tall. Hail to the liar, the point is not mine to adhere to, the point will come when you realised that your tequila runs out of ice. Sniff, sniff that whites away, snuffed it. I will aim you down, inside the ground, wont let this happening to my children, white elephant, sitting duck, I will rise up.
On a different note, as to what life is ascribed to, i do not know, but life itself is a multiplex of rundown films and on top of that let's discuss on the azan scenario raised up by Dr. Farish noor, A 5 minutes intervention, rather periodically and as if regimented, can it not be compared to bell tolling indicating time passing? The call to prayer is by usual standard lasts 5 minutes and has been in perpetuity especially here, what's the big deal? we are not demeaning other people's quality of life and we never actively relegates other people's faith, no matter what, this is a publicity driven campaign creating revolutionary reaction just for the sake of it, claiming himself as the hero of the underprivilliged, or so it seems. Sing you faggot, sing to those who would be happy to listen but becareful to what your tune might turn to, you will get what you're singing for, and may not be happy with the results. We are still on the radio and payroll.
Monday, June 06, 2005
what's
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writing on a broken keyboard with deficient t's and y's listening to ronan's crooning away unnoticed unperturbed. The oil is running low, you are out of breath, sticky caps wont come out and you wait till the day you think you had it all. why am i not feeling anything, does a blog have to be self-sufficiently sad and condescending, tears wells on someoneelse's eyes for i dont shed mine to anyone, it's something that i do not possess, but when it comes to suckering in front the box, i'm guilty.
writing on a broken keyboard with deficient t's and y's listening to ronan's crooning away unnoticed unperturbed. The oil is running low, you are out of breath, sticky caps wont come out and you wait till the day you think you had it all. why am i not feeling anything, does a blog have to be self-sufficiently sad and condescending, tears wells on someoneelse's eyes for i dont shed mine to anyone, it's something that i do not possess, but when it comes to suckering in front the box, i'm guilty.
Friday, June 03, 2005
free
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meeting of minds anyone? a brain waiting to be cracked at, love the way that you look at me, shouting my lung out, but they did not hear me, i'm convulsing inwards my own rib cage, trying to break it apart, come on in and save me from myself. haggling my self on the net, is it worth it? free encounter
meeting of minds anyone? a brain waiting to be cracked at, love the way that you look at me, shouting my lung out, but they did not hear me, i'm convulsing inwards my own rib cage, trying to break it apart, come on in and save me from myself. haggling my self on the net, is it worth it? free encounter
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