white elephant

Write away super hay
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.