Sunday, January 31, 2010

310110 nights like these

0400 hours.. .

Nights like these.. the doors appear.. Sides rear their heads
Nights like these.. Vision unclear.. Whiskey n cigarettes..

Enter the boy.. When was he out? How long since?
Pleasant surprise.. Not really aloud.. Just a nice pinch
Made the devil look.. Hello lost doors.. We meet again..
Look at the time.. Darkest few hours.. Conscience remains..
We have missed us all.. So how goes it, All blacks and reds?
Are we here to conclude.. Or have the shits, chance congregate?
Ah maybe its time.. The devil's prey, to know her fate..
Light of the braves.. the boy's prayers, not to be delayed
Rest of us.. Are we cheerleaders, distractors, illusionists or spectators?

Nights like these.. lives are amusing.. Scripts n muselettes. .
When light begins.. Will there be music.. Angel or mussette?
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Saturday, January 30, 2010

290110

"‎​As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to let us down, probably will. You'll have your heart broken and you'll break others' hearts. You'll fight with your best friend or maybe even fall in love with them, and you'll cry because time is flying by. So take many pictures, laugh a lot, forgive freely and love like you've never been hurt. Life comes with no guarantees, no time outs, no second chances. You just have to live life to the fullest, tell someone what they mean to you and tell someone off, speak out, dance in the pouring rain, hold someone's hand, comfort a friend, fall asleep watching the sun come up, stay up late, be a flirt and smile until your face hurts. Don't be afraid to take chances or fall in love and most of all, live in the moment because every second you spend angry or upset is a second of happiness you can never get back." - Soraya, 290110, 1816h, via BBM
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Tuesday, January 26, 2010

250110 Feet

Feet.. I love them..
But often can't feel my own
Feels like I own more than 2
Or they are just not pairly born

Hers.. I love them
In my hands I felt they belong
Wish I could keep them..
So she wanders no more..
So I can have her attention..
And she wonders no more..


Damn the last mess I still have to clear


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Avatar


ok... imagine you are a humanoid tribe called Na'vi, living on Pandora, a lush, tropical Earth-like moon of the planet Polyphemus covered with rain forest... you are 9-12 ft tall, blue, fit as hell (yes, no fatty greaser Na'vis) and bonds with other beings with the end of your long black hair.



You spend your days running around half naked, eating exotic fruits, riding on direhorses called Pa'li.


When you are good, you get your own Ikran to fly around with.

If you are really really great... you may have to tame one of these "meanest muthafucka in the sky" Toruks and become a Toruk Makto - basically the ultimate warrior, legend of legends...

and lead the clans and tribes to kick the shit out of those invadors who want to rape your land and profit from it, and not bringing any good music, food, wine nor fine looking species in exchange. (I won't be too please too if Signourney Weaver is the best you can come up with... trust the humans, esp big brother Americans to screw up diplomatically...hahahaha)

oh ya... u will also get the girl.. "mate for life" - 9-12 footer (imagine the legs!) who rides, flies, hunts, climbs and to be the clans' spiritual leader =]


If she doesn't kill you first... helps if you are seen to be "special" and blessed by the seeds of the sacred tree of Ewya


hmmm....
how was the 3D movie experience?
lets just say I didn't want it to end and didn't want to head out back into KayhelL...

So.. I never thought I'd say this..."Thank you, James Cameron"

A, when we gonna watch it again??

check out the Fictional Universe in Avatar.

Monday, January 25, 2010

Legion the movie..



What was supposed to be a long-awaited Avatar 3D session, due to some Sunday dazed planning, became Legion.

Few Positives:
- A tattooed "rebel" angel played by Paul Bettany.. well cast, well acted.
- Nice wings and fighting sequence (though only one killer move)
- For the boys, Willa Holland (Brian DePalma's step daughter).. well she's almost a DePalma!
- For the girls, Tyrees Gibson ... should've shown off HIS tattoos!!


Overall : go spend your 2 hours elsewhere... AVOID!

Monday, January 18, 2010

180110 random scribes

Havaianas flip flop beat, To the beach and out of reach..
habit, addict, need, seek, manic, indeed..
too much collison, no coalition, need to find the "A"

Sunday, January 17, 2010

160110..

Only sillys get that lucky..
Age is such a bad reason to/not to marry =]

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Green Day in SINless city

been a while since a real moshing effort.
caught Tre Cool's stick..
need a massage....

Thursday, January 14, 2010

130110 Accidental Emptiness, part#1

Confirmation...
1 year of self exile from my heart, bear no soul..
For a cheap shallow life u still chose..
I wear not despair nor agro..
Just a disappointing sorrow..
Enjoy little D, old girl.. Hope I'm for once, wrong n hurled
Enjoy the Es, old girl.. Hope they light up, your new world..

trying to write... trying =]


Sunrise.... somewhere in SANURdiso....


sometime over the last week... trying to get some writing done..


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Wednesday, January 6, 2010

040110 SINless is dangerous

This has gotta end..
Before it all makes sense..
And scares the shit off your pants
This has gotta end..

There's one u'll never think of love
Curious to trace the ink.
See how it leads to pink..
Couldn't keep on her feet
She is tainted by your lead
She's not a piece of SG sheet
You can't keep painting that colour
U stink of darkened pits
You can't keep tasting that flavour

This has gotta end..

The one u used to love...
High priestess of speed
Burning rubber immortals
When the smoke retreats
Empty rumble of immorals
Uncut ropes will still tangled
With aching smell of lust
Who is free n who's still strangled?
How can u tell with orgasmic masks

This has gotta stop.

The one you cannot love
Why not? The kids will be tall and pretty
Maybe whiny but genius crazy
Sexual, intellectual, sexual, intellectual,
maximo
Such stimulating intensity, above and below
But no connectivity, no links of the souls
Still, Why no??
If you do you'll never truly sleep
If you do you'll never truly eat
You might never feel your feet..
But you might be very very fit

This has gotta stop..

There's one whom u love
Can't mantain no cool
Can't get grip nor clue
Loss in your own sub conscience
Late with every action
U see her in every corner
Drink for her every thirst
Wa(o)nder in her every splendour
Speak of her in every converse
Dream of her in every glimmer
With absence of sexual urge..
Is this love... or just your own image of love?
Do you wonder and not act? why not act and then die trying?

These have gotta end..
Before there are more ones
Before they make sense, as one..
And ends me....

Saturday, January 2, 2010

020110 preoccupation

Hello rush.. Hello train..
missing train by 7 steps..
Hello preoccupation with pirates n gypsies..
hello rush.. Hello plane..
missing is such a drag..

It took a drag(queen) and some minor begging, to let me check in ..
Even though counter lights were off and she was just preoccupied minesweeping..
Nice drags are 'she's..
Missing can be nice drags.... A drag is still a drag

It's a strange thing, this preoccupation.. Almost like a friend.. Yet acts like a fiend..
Sets up the pose, then missing the action
Braves up the rose.. then forget the note!

They r peculiar, my preoccupations.. Like drugs wif misprescriptons..
Turns a minor genuis to a major dope.. In certain company..
Coolness on crush to a sloppy soap.. Lets slip the lady..

Viscious.. them preoccupations..
Shows a writer' lunacy and a sucker clarity
Gives focused ability while slices versatility

Preoccupation kills the Jack..
Missing is still a drag..

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010110 10+am

Gave a Rose without(forgot) the note, lotsa thoughts but no words..
Lotsa words but no rope, just as well he'll forget to hook..
Gave the smiles and the jokes... er again - which way to go?
Lotsa miles and bumpy slopes... which gear - high or low?
Give the dog a bar of soap, help the poo and find the bones..
This boy may have none a hope, the girl has neither time nor shown...

i'm a forgetful chicken shit idiot.. What a combo =]