tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406874321823813702024-03-14T04:19:24.828+05:30ARPEGGIO$.......FROM HELL^^^LAXMIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15350895179097298949noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240687432182381370.post-76733185089910084062009-10-13T17:03:00.004+05:302009-10-13T18:10:49.819+05:30**GUILTY CONSCIENCE 2``<strong><em><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;">Meet Marshall, a college guy in his late 20, he's fascinated to finally lay his smoked fingers on pharmaceutical cocaine, when suddenly his conscience comes into play...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">Hey Marshall, you see that briefcase in blue</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">That's your destination</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">Pay him money and get it to you</span></em></strong><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">No Marshall dont, that's not your destination</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">that's just worse, take your money and buy some wafers</span></em></strong></span><span style="color:#6633ff;"><br /></span><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">Now you're listening to him dude</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">Are you that chick</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">Are you so afraid of being screwed</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">Just be a man, take that drug in your hand</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">Think about it, it can't be worse than being boo'd</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">Remember the first time you laid a chick</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">This is how he always treated you</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">He never wanted to see you happy</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">But you closed your eyes and said 'FUCK YOU'</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">Do it anyway, he's a jealous bitch</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">He wont let you have it</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">'cos its something he could never do</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">Can you afford it later</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">Can you steal again</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">Its so much to brag about</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">Do what you have to do</span></em></strong><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">You dont have to do it</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">You can put the money to a better use</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">You can pay with it for your college</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Or use it to pay dues</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Your dad will be so proud</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">He'd love the son he made you</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Think about it, you ruined it once</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">You need him and he needs you</span></em></strong><br /></span><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">What the fuck are you talking about</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">He doesn't need them</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">He only needs drugs</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">His only bittersweet friend</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">Its like adrenaline</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">The poor guy has been used</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">If he doesn't get happy soon</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">He'll die, 'n we'll be dead too</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">This is how you get over it</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">Trust me! Im real handy</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">Ive been through this kind of shit before</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">That's enough said, do it already</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">He's Scott, a lonesome guy on his first anniversary night, snubbed by his late- working girlfriend. Just then, he runs into her getting 'Hot & Heavy' with another guy at her place. Once again, his conscience comes into play...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"></span></em></strong><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Look Scott, hold yourself</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Drink some water and take it easy</span></em></strong><br /></span><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">'Take it easy', that's your advice</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">He just caught his girfriend cheating</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">She was gonna sleep with that dude</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">If he din't run into them</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">What do you think they were doing</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">Checking if his condom was leaking</span></em></strong><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"><span style="color:#6633ff;"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Okay! I know this looks bad</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">But she might have her reasons</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Give her a chance to explain</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Let them get dressed before you beat him</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Maybe she lied to you</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Maybe she din't know what she was doing</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">He must have baited Kim into him</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">You would better know your girlfriend</span></em></strong></span><br /></span><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">What's she gonna explain</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">that he had hypnotized Kim</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">and never broke the eye- contact </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">the whole time they were fucking</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">Look! She's doing it on your bed</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">I bet she enjoyed it</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">The guy has the biggest smile on his face</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">Even your bed had enjoyed it</span></em></strong><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"><span style="color:#6633ff;"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Now think about it for a second</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">She's pregnant with your kid</span></em></strong></span><br /></span><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">Dude, you can operate on her now</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">You're not a doctor, thats it!</span></em></strong><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Don't listen to Shady</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">He's just messing with your feelings</span></em></strong></span><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">What? She was thinking of you the whole time</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">Is that what you believe in?</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">Look at this asshole</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">He's a forty- year old virgin</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">You're listening to a closet gay now</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">Hey Dre, is virginity so frustrating?</span></em></strong><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"><span style="color:#6633ff;"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Hey Shady, what the fuck was that</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Do you wanna stop breathing</span></em></strong></span><br /></span><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">Why dont you 'take it easy' now Dr.Dre</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">Wasn't that retaliation!!</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">That's my whole fucking point Scott</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">Throw that bitch outta the window</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">Slit her throat and tie her up too</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">Show her what a real bitch can do</span></em></strong>LAXMIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15350895179097298949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240687432182381370.post-86840798795413921782009-07-28T19:50:00.004+05:302009-07-28T20:17:15.507+05:30___EVERYBODY"S FREE ( TO USE SUNSCREEN LOTION) ///***<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQQDZuQ26-WU3pu34icMzTfIOs5UKvtCiu67TZ1c8T5e_mPSspz_2kt7bXJ5UOUOMExGROQx41Fof1wkZ1AP6v43wMZewHOwQIg5mgyd1e_yZTuRoxf_k16Jkcyo5aaRK32JuVF-Zb2sU/s1600-h/24970629_71f66feb54.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363522154557581938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQQDZuQ26-WU3pu34icMzTfIOs5UKvtCiu67TZ1c8T5e_mPSspz_2kt7bXJ5UOUOMExGROQx41Fof1wkZ1AP6v43wMZewHOwQIg5mgyd1e_yZTuRoxf_k16Jkcyo5aaRK32JuVF-Zb2sU/s200/24970629_71f66feb54.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Everybody's free</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>To make their own choices</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Their unique mistakes</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>To listen to me if they can bear</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Likewise</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>I'm free to say this everytime you read it<br /></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>There's one advice I wanna give</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>For the future, a golden one for the words</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Use sunscreen lotion for your skin</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>That'll save you from the depletion of ozone</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Til' you're set to be over<br /></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Be a docile adolescent</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Let others cite an example of yourself to their children</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>And befriend the kids who hear about you</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Make them admit to what they'll ever hear</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Be decent</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Inculcate a charming personality</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Develop a sumptuous dressing- sense</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Grow up to be mature</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Make others despise themselves when they see you</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Read quality books, write passionate soliloquys</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Play the electric guitar from the time when you were six</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Be tall enough to be a wizard at basketball</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Have a lot of friends</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Philander in successions</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Never play with anyone's heart</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Don't let anyone play with yours</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Live once in New York City</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>But leave before it makes you too stoic</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Live once in Northern California</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>But leave before it makes you too soft</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Make your own choices</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>That's your half a chance to make it</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Like a half chance for anybody else</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Respect your elders</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Be respected by young ones</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Live a happy life</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Make others happy</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Listen to advices of the less worthy people</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>But follow your own heart</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Don't use too much gel in your hair</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Or you'll look 85 by the time you're 40</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Have a firm hand</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>But don't be headstrong</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Smile like a child</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>But think like a man</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Marry when you look the best</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Die before you approach your worst</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Let optimism be the way of life</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Be hopeful that good things will happen</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>But don't be too hopeful</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>To be perished in the real world</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Remember only the compliments you receive</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Forget the errors you made</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>And by the end of the day, you'll feel satisfied with life</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Don't be dark, don't be gothic</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Don't cut your nerves when you're down</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Maintain your complexion</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Don't stand too long in the sun</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Avoid sickness, be healthy</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Be a sweetheart, be stealthy</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Maybe someone will get to love you</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Maybe not</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Maybe you'll have children someday</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Maybe you won't</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Don't rely on anyone to support you</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Learn to stand on your own</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>You may have a wife or a sibling</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>But you never know</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>You may have a clear vision for a lifetime</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Or wear glasses from when you were ten</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>You may grow up to change the world</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Or be forgotten by your loved ones</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Be strong enough to live with that</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>They'll follow you soon when you're fun</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Don't be ashamed if you don't know what you wanna be</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>There are people I know who're 43</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Still wondering what they'd be best at</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>And People who're nearing death</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Contemplating the very pupose of their lives</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Don't let it show what's going on in your mind</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Don't be tagged turbulent</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Grow old to complain</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>That commodities were cheaper when you were young</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>That children respected their elders more</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Of how politicians used to be honest and efficient</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>And how they aren't now</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Be a wise man</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Or atleast fake it til' your death<br /></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>If you're able to do all of this</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Tell me how you did it</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Then you give me advices</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>And I'll follow yours</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Til' that time</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Remember what I said</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>And use the sunscreen lotion</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Everybody's free to use sunscreen lotion</strong></em></span>LAXMIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15350895179097298949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240687432182381370.post-91669929260764034822009-07-28T19:41:00.003+05:302009-07-28T20:21:00.485+05:30***THE DEATH AND RESURRECTION SHOW***<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwbpVJBvIXgc7Q1NykcUZeyy0hssRUBMnHY97tbA69gmE8lkinngEQB3UnLon8YI4UrXtJjc_LUSUY-5C5XWGaDNIqvLuXrqGdCVnxNbcR12O7BEecgvsVlTmIlaGOZcSG0wNJ4zLDZmA/s1600-h/crucifix.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363523553309910738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwbpVJBvIXgc7Q1NykcUZeyy0hssRUBMnHY97tbA69gmE8lkinngEQB3UnLon8YI4UrXtJjc_LUSUY-5C5XWGaDNIqvLuXrqGdCVnxNbcR12O7BEecgvsVlTmIlaGOZcSG0wNJ4zLDZmA/s200/crucifix.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>Understand my leaving</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>I'll leave you in another world</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>It's a place that will suck you down</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>and everyday through the night</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>Resurrect you from dirt</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>The same that you kicked when</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>It was lying down in disgust and disbelief</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>Tribulations in a noose of chord</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>Dreams in hopes of a dying- wish</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>Only to face</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>The Death and Ressurection Show<br /></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>Its the one</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>You had feared the most as a juvenile</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>That's why they were fetched and caved</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>To make things so horrid that</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>The pain of me seems nothing at all</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>It seems to me that way</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>I can only imagine your nights getting dimmer</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>The salt getting saltier</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>And every articulate detail in uniqueness</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>A manoeuvre you can't but feel at most</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>Til' the day</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>The one day that</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>I'll realise how stifled you've been all the while</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>How you effaced your charm that never was</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>The touch you only read about</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>And died yearning of, one you din't deserve</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>The one who wished you did</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>And yet, died wishing</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>The moment you saw my two beautiful girls</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>Caper fantastically and dawn</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>the tears of you</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>Of how they danced on your lips</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>When they finally reached there</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>It's a shame it turned out to be a paradox</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>When I thought they were precious</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>And the moment was magnificent</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>Well, it wasn't</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>But we thought it was</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>That's when you made me realise</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>The perfection it could've been</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>If we always thought alike</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>And differed alike</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>My luck you had grown up by that time</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>To say it didn't matter anymore</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>'Cause we blew it</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>To make our lives a picturesque enigma</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>Like all the others</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>With their restricted perspective</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>I get you now</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>But explain it to me for once</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>Or whisper if you will</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>Isn't it so that</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>Our perspectives would've defined us</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>If that's what we chose</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>But we din't choose it</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>Too bad we had to lose it</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>Does it hurt too much</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>Do you speak too,</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>Or am I supposed to do the talking</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>Of all that was and never will be</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>Why did you had to change today</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>When I decided to be you and yours</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>Is it for spite or am I still too blunt for myself</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>I would've asked my husband</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>Hadn't he been so predictable to say that</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>He could've done a lot better</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>And I would've done a lot worse</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>I bet he'd eat his words</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>If he ever saw us in philander</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>That even the creator would realise</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>That it was all a morbid pleasure</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>On his part and mine</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>To entwine and still never let contact be our destiny<br /></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>But this is nobody's day</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>Its just an encore of</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>The Death and Ressurection Show<br /></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>If we met or if you saw that bird again</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>If there's unsettled dust in your mail</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>Consider it's me</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>With your reminiscence</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>The anecdote of two kids</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>Who never grew up</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>And who kept writing like it was the last time</em></strong></span></div>LAXMIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15350895179097298949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240687432182381370.post-80545140060727518292009-07-28T19:33:00.006+05:302009-07-28T20:41:45.874+05:30^^^ASHES ON MY BED***<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6wz2hYSTm2gUtnSSVyw2yTlbB1jinKdr1iMlRjlEOlWkqnObcaJgCjizU7bP9Gimrg4zvCUB7zFt1VT_S4QWAgYhoGA5qsJL4Nd_Xmn5o5F1OPzYisr1Jzlwo-QyATgxBQ2bx0UkvJp8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363527840731150338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6wz2hYSTm2gUtnSSVyw2yTlbB1jinKdr1iMlRjlEOlWkqnObcaJgCjizU7bP9Gimrg4zvCUB7zFt1VT_S4QWAgYhoGA5qsJL4Nd_Xmn5o5F1OPzYisr1Jzlwo-QyATgxBQ2bx0UkvJp8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>There's unsettled dust near the bedpost</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>Underneath there's a savage spot</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>It's an expression of sorrow</em></strong></span><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;">It explains a lot<br /></div></span></em></strong><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em></strong></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>I always need to be good</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>For you, that's what I should</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>Why do I need so many cigarettes</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>Why do I feel like such a criminal<br /></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>Its not that I designed this fate</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>Nor did your pigeons and parapets</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>How do I know so much</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>Do I have a secret peaphole</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>Could I be so stealthy</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>Or is it my innocence</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>It couldn't be, everyone says so</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>I'm just too obssessed with alcohol</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>And I love that it kills me so much</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>The reason for the Ashes on my Bed</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>is nothing but a piece of heart</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>It's definitely not my best</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>But it's certainly the most foiling</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>Why do I need so many cigarettes</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>Is it becos I'm a zombie</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>Or is it because I'm spoilt<br /></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>Figure it out</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>If you can my relapse </em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>I know only you can</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>You know only you can</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>Think of all the reasons of</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>Why I feel like such a criminal<br /></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>I would give you all the happiness</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>If I could to myself</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>And the reasons to gratification and feeling</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>I would give you nerves</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>But you endowed me first</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>And took it back</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>Will and peacefulness they were</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>Rhyming the seasons throughout</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>Is it too confusing</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>Its too dark for the onlookers</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>Who told them to onlook</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>When they can't even read my mind</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>Why do they genuinely wanna help</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>They're not even my kind</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>You are<br /></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>I know why I need so much vodka</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>And so many cigarettes</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>Bother to come close</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>And figure it out</em></strong></span></div>LAXMIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15350895179097298949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240687432182381370.post-64546381726670004392009-07-11T19:42:00.003+05:302009-07-11T20:56:31.182+05:30%%%REGURGITATING LIKE A WHORE***<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUEvElM9DL2A02gnJjkWaC2qT6pdBGUgxXchUZ3qWKgJvmLfgJl5zSWyyC9wiXXAs-31p624qZmuWGHBtsxruBeY-NMSW0_pDu65clSTX6LPdS-zCoqCVlN-0tjmqLIfu7gSaWlKrnS9I/s1600-h/a5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357224277813349042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUEvElM9DL2A02gnJjkWaC2qT6pdBGUgxXchUZ3qWKgJvmLfgJl5zSWyyC9wiXXAs-31p624qZmuWGHBtsxruBeY-NMSW0_pDu65clSTX6LPdS-zCoqCVlN-0tjmqLIfu7gSaWlKrnS9I/s200/a5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>Baby you'll love your life tonight</em></strong></span><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;">I wrote these things just for you</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;">Its been two sundays that I did</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;">I don't wanna hold it anymore</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;">The weather's never been like today</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;">You've worn your see- through shirt for me</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;">I know I said this yesterday</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;">'n then you din't let me sleep at all</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;">Mama I'm regurgitating like a whore</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;">You make me this slut I love to show</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;">I just love to show</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;">Show Show</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;">Hey Yeah Yeah</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;">Lemme show you my leather pants</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;">Lemme crush you like a whore</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;">Then you'll feel what I feel in bed</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;">When we're close but I'm still alone</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;">Sugar sprinkled on my tongue</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;">But I can't feel like I did before</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;">Why do you kiss me in my dreams</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;">You just don't let me sleep at all</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;">Mama I'm regurgitating like a whore</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;">You make me this slut I love to show</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;">I just love to show</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;">Show Show</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;">Hey Hey Yeah</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;">When I'm dead I'm still a whore</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;">'cause I'm sleeping after all</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;">Woah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;">Yeah Yeah Yeah</span></em></strong></div>LAXMIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15350895179097298949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240687432182381370.post-9109853391201077502009-07-11T19:37:00.002+05:302009-07-11T20:54:41.059+05:30*/*<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTh57HnqxjT8A1eY9jqXTMBZLykIyxmWPS0qASsBJSd_RNoulplIyPTVlRSY7DTW8LhEaE4Owh2LOR7J9a0qFIdGMoyxPuNItBqdaAdFj7D2SDkvptbne-UJuNufVOvrX3IkCjM76z_SE/s1600-h/a6.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357223811819923106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTh57HnqxjT8A1eY9jqXTMBZLykIyxmWPS0qASsBJSd_RNoulplIyPTVlRSY7DTW8LhEaE4Owh2LOR7J9a0qFIdGMoyxPuNItBqdaAdFj7D2SDkvptbne-UJuNufVOvrX3IkCjM76z_SE/s200/a6.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">These are a few of the special lines<br />that inspire all that I do, I know, I see,<br />I feel, I love 'n love more.<br />And these aren't mine<br />and still so close that I can't feel my<br />pants more.<br />My 2nd greatest love & the greatest ever band,<br />GUNS 'N ROSES (the original one).<br />By W.AXL Rose.........<br /><br />THE GIRL<br />_________<br /><br />Sail away sweet sister<br />Sail across the sea<br />Maybe you find somebody<br />That love happens as much as me<br /><br />My heart is always with you<br />No matter what you do<br />So sail away, sweet sister 'cause<br />I always will be in love with you<br /><br />But if you love somebody else sweetheart<br />I don't wanna know about you<br /><br />'cause you see so many others<br />You know what I mean and<br />That's why I got to live<br />Without You<br /><br />I'm in love with the girl<br />I'm talking about<br />I'm in love with the girl<br />That I can't live without<br /><br />I'm in love but I feel<br />Like I'm living without<br />I'm in love but its the most<br />Bad time to be in love</span></em></strong></div>LAXMIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15350895179097298949noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240687432182381370.post-15183564804946055682009-07-11T19:11:00.004+05:302009-07-11T20:33:23.794+05:30~~~CIRRUS***<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJiLtZ58_TjRgye3fobLtXmdfa8e4HI58U3ezQ_BOwB9_4BSLbXOUWp0EwAFKqetDDn94lgzEe2wkPpjyAeplHv0YkudhclYNUYL1Ze_y_aA5YWcFEf2AIRtBqSiJM9JJHSUUfmWSY0Cs/s1600-h/a2.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357218267952530274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJiLtZ58_TjRgye3fobLtXmdfa8e4HI58U3ezQ_BOwB9_4BSLbXOUWp0EwAFKqetDDn94lgzEe2wkPpjyAeplHv0YkudhclYNUYL1Ze_y_aA5YWcFEf2AIRtBqSiJM9JJHSUUfmWSY0Cs/s200/a2.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">Once in a while </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">When we kill each other</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">I feel like I've done a mistake</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">By forcing into Neverland</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">And being so oblivious</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">Like the Cirrus when you don't see it</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">Like a nobody when you don't see me</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">Its not vandalism</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">Maybe it just wasn't meant to be</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">I could've knocked, you know</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">I was lax to be discovered</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">A little fragile to be broken</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">One too shy to be spoken</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">But I can be copied</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">Tweaked 'n melodramatised</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">Kept to a simmer</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">Holding on to his senses in a fake beauty</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">Benign 'n feminine</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">Frivolous to all but women</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">'cause they are women</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">Come to talk about them</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">Even I loved one</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">A girl with everything a woman would envy</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">And yearn to rob and call it theirs</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">It is on a small note</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">I would have explained us</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">Had I been alive today</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">Once in a while</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">When we killed each other</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">I felt I'd done a mistake</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">By forcing into Neverland</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">And being so oblivious</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">Like the Cirrus when she din't see it</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">Like a nobody when she din't see me</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">Its not vandalism</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">Maybe it just wasn't meant to be</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">But I'm dead now</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;">I cannot explain the breath I'm taking</span></em></strong></div>LAXMIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15350895179097298949noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240687432182381370.post-71761948768358286722009-07-11T18:56:00.004+05:302009-07-11T20:27:15.046+05:30CESKA ZBROJOVKA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1SV5Afx0YmpaJEKYvtm3e8lvzqmd24r722PTIEqqNLu3fYv5YSEgjhybFYYlJeveYK2BwU4AFJ3oDfMvO5lkyWbYeNIQ5d31TQ8efSAN2fE0HDzhIFXTT1TkULSdYfeXIj_gD_PBk4eg/s1600-h/a1.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357216644164034594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1SV5Afx0YmpaJEKYvtm3e8lvzqmd24r722PTIEqqNLu3fYv5YSEgjhybFYYlJeveYK2BwU4AFJ3oDfMvO5lkyWbYeNIQ5d31TQ8efSAN2fE0HDzhIFXTT1TkULSdYfeXIj_gD_PBk4eg/s200/a1.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">Your fingers are calling</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">Into the fields of pressure</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">There's a sea in discomfort</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">Its really big</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">Its a giant sea</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">My name is Halcyon</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">I'm not a fiery bird</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">I'm a forced aerial</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">to be shot dead</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">A figure of Vodka</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">With eyes on my addiction</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">The nip is giant</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">and I cant wait</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">With you, I cant be realated</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">I was just craving</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">I dont crave now</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">I'm forsaken</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">Forsaken in the Rain</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">I'm melting</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">There's no protection in the rain</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">I'm still dying</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">For twenty years I've been the same</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">Little Girl, you've grown smaller than you think</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">But Im a giant</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">A giant way to come back</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">Don't act like you wonder</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">If it was my way</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">We would be groping</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">Thru sheets of satin</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">And searching for the gold</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">These thoughts shrink me</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">They'll dazzle you too</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">But if they dont</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">I can explain myself</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">Its just too violent</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">I cant watch me</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">I should be banned</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">From being so docile</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">Hey boy, sprinting thru the sand</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">Prove yourself</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">And drink on the hottest day</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">Little Girl, look at yourself</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">You're so yourself</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">I can hardly be me</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">Hey boy, sprinting thru the sand</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">Prove yourself</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">And drink on the hottest day</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">Little Girl, look at yourself</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">You're so yourself</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">I can hardly be me</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">Atleast I'm Giant</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">Atleast I'm something</span></em></strong></span></div>LAXMIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15350895179097298949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240687432182381370.post-86940875872869241932009-04-03T19:14:00.004+05:302009-04-03T19:47:31.864+05:30SUPPOSEDLY "ABOUT ME"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2NyGE-doDUTqMt2G53f-GWNQT9ktiJi_vB4DiBJ2TvhfbsqZN8MdO28H-1fXX9WpKhyphenhyphenI4HEouVDTu9HWExNkDiDcjkdOnIJhEPgofirPoWZ9IeaOYDAHuM58pwp1GGCBf74PwMufJYvQ/s1600-h/1685.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320469053787677682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2NyGE-doDUTqMt2G53f-GWNQT9ktiJi_vB4DiBJ2TvhfbsqZN8MdO28H-1fXX9WpKhyphenhyphenI4HEouVDTu9HWExNkDiDcjkdOnIJhEPgofirPoWZ9IeaOYDAHuM58pwp1GGCBf74PwMufJYvQ/s200/1685.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">1. You can consider me shoddy cos' I dont have a driving license to run you over when im drunk</span></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">2. I chose to be single n' that amounts to a gay even tho u cunt get 1 with all the zest</span></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">3. Sarcasm is the doorway to all n' Nirvana is my emancipation, but my fav trak is 'Stairway to Heaven'....How ironic is that!</span></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">4. Im not jealous of your good life. its your optimism with a screwed up life that had me drunk</span></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">5. I want cancer so that Im legalised to smoke pot</span></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">6. Im too ficcal to be successful n' you suck too much<<<</span></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">7. Life has a brighter side at nights cos' Im pessimistic, n' everyone who hates me is supposed to be unappreciative of quality n' lacking in depth just cos' they arent pessimistic themselves.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">n' Im still proud after writing all this.</span></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">8. I hate everyone n hardly care about what people comment. yet Im writing all this</span></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">9. The bullets(points) are cut out to be cool becos' of all the sarcasm.I'm optimistic about that</span></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">10. I'll always consider that no- one would get what I've written as if Im some prodige of Coleridge n the only one who got to study Angrezee in India</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">11. I withdraw to home every night n' tell my mum about how my buds drank n' I just fagged</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">12. Dad got me broadband cos' I had to finish my project</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">13. You're reading all this cos' you're gleeful that its not another one of my songs</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">14. Do you even respect my songs anymore??</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">I know what you're thinking.Were they songs??I thot they were poems!!!</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">15. Thats not what u were thinking.I just made a fool outta myself</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">16. I think admitting that makes me cool.I kno it dusnt</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">17. U dont wanna read this anymore</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">18. GET LOST!</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">19. You just reciprocated</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">20. Now ur wondering when will this garbage end...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">...whenever u'll stop reading</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">Dont smile cos' its over</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;">Repent that it happened!</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></em></strong></div>LAXMIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15350895179097298949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240687432182381370.post-57461636829689591082009-04-03T19:10:00.005+05:302009-04-03T19:50:20.307+05:30===APOPHTHEGMATIC METRONOME~~~<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx3sVnoqAutYEw46P31GOpLQjq2Q66ZJj0XsNHH2lSn-rrvvnmQz4mQFBOqpzWiFTlKgNN5D1Gr0rTyZ7ZAY_KSl7kHmymIezhtVZwQ1spAhRNujMSD2kUGRRi-0bZIIbnU5rJJZnirDQ/s1600-h/metronome.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320469799659604850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx3sVnoqAutYEw46P31GOpLQjq2Q66ZJj0XsNHH2lSn-rrvvnmQz4mQFBOqpzWiFTlKgNN5D1Gr0rTyZ7ZAY_KSl7kHmymIezhtVZwQ1spAhRNujMSD2kUGRRi-0bZIIbnU5rJJZnirDQ/s200/metronome.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;">I wanted bees to see my progress<br />but they would give me stings<br />I wont put my make- up on<br />cos' I am losing face</span></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;">Living in this water bottle<br />is my life on her lips<br />Desolation when its sealed<br />but thirst when its set free<br /></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;">Wait...<br />Wait...<br />I wanna make a name<br />I'm running round and round this tree<br /></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;">Wait...<br />Wait...<br />I wanna have a say<br />I must sail in this leaking boat<br />...it will sink<br /></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;">I would beat these ten- feet men<br />if I could see their heads<br />I can grow a tail of horse<br />If I could run so fast<br /></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;">I had no- one when I came<br />there's no- one I would take<br />I would put the gun to my head<br />but I swore I wont kill<br /></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;">Wait...<br />Wait...<br />I wanna make a name<br />Im running round and round this tree<br /></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;">Wait...<br />Wait...<br />I wanna have a say<br />I must sail in this leaking boat<br />...it will sink<br /></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;">Im the Judas of your father<br />but I wont hang myself<br />Look inside my lonely suite<br />and you will find two beds<br /></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;">Heresy in my one- pound brain<br />A stone in my chest<br />Serenaded in early morning<br />its sleep that I will pick<br /></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;">Wait...<br />Wait...<br />I wanna make a name<br />Im running round and round this tree<br /></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;">Wait...<br />Wait...<br />I wanna have a say<br />I must sail in this leaking boat<br />...it will sink</span></em></strong></div>LAXMIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15350895179097298949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240687432182381370.post-22648614185025939502009-03-26T20:11:00.006+05:302009-03-26T20:54:17.715+05:30^^^LA$T OF MY KIND~~~<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBfGrTG5U2uY4jbTEYhUpcpkfWKC9yd0CTPbqyEewprc_EJH6hunSzuyRk4QTZWaT1DK9sYC0ZhrpnS4pkR5bJ2sGiQcfnbliy1y8TVn-N2EWXBSsNH6xnewo7l5dJrZ74FkvPLzYI8ak/s1600-h/ls922_largesdddddddddddddddd.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317517164822549970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBfGrTG5U2uY4jbTEYhUpcpkfWKC9yd0CTPbqyEewprc_EJH6hunSzuyRk4QTZWaT1DK9sYC0ZhrpnS4pkR5bJ2sGiQcfnbliy1y8TVn-N2EWXBSsNH6xnewo7l5dJrZ74FkvPLzYI8ak/s200/ls922_largesdddddddddddddddd.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;">Come inside my room</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">See your pictures painted on the walls</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">I bless you to live your life</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">in the bustle of the evergreen</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">I wish to hear your songs</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">when I switch on the radio</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">Learn every word you wrote</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">and live in every house you sold</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">The sunshine will kiss your hands</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">when you'll bask</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">...in the Sky Of Miracles</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">I'm flying in clear blue Skies</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">...Of a Miracle</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">The twinkle of shining lights</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">is a prejudice of distant eyes</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">The Echoes of forest- fright</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">is a chance to hold her in my arms</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">The Dying Fears</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">is a violin tuned in time</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">I want you smiling NEAR</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">or FAR...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">...I just want you to smile</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">The sunshine will kiss your feet</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">When you'll bask</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">...in the Sky Of Miracles</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">I'm flying in clear blue Skies</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">...Of a Miracle</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">Drive in a mirrored car</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">in the mountains of despair</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">And beleive you're a Winner</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">cos' now you know you can breathe in thin air...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">...and you dared to Live</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">Its raining now</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">and I see my times with you, as a rainbow in the sky</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">I know we'll fall in love</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">and kiss</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">...in all our next lives</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">The sunshine will kiss your lips</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">when you'll bask</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">...in the Sky Of Miracles</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">I'm flying in clear blue Skies</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">...Of a Miracle</span></em></strong></div>LAXMIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15350895179097298949noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240687432182381370.post-26385653713839003622009-03-24T19:28:00.009+05:302009-04-03T14:38:39.272+05:30***$UB$ONIC WIZARDRY~~~<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqJThtDpUzHa2XS13EVd1xGiWRFzlhyphenhyphenovQg4QqK6UsqGJgEWjqng_vAt2OnIDpz4YG0EeT0gIQjaFo2chIQ1ujHbci5UeckX-Cfy75TyxsFkECZTe-nZJawB7ZfAEYpFflCZ35DQd-Wj4/s1600-h/bbbbbbbbbbbbb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317518900386833986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqJThtDpUzHa2XS13EVd1xGiWRFzlhyphenhyphenovQg4QqK6UsqGJgEWjqng_vAt2OnIDpz4YG0EeT0gIQjaFo2chIQ1ujHbci5UeckX-Cfy75TyxsFkECZTe-nZJawB7ZfAEYpFflCZ35DQd-Wj4/s200/bbbbbbbbbbbbb.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiT5_xDxHZ92IxCn6DkWkOmypJ-PihaLh6z1Mm_kSWcWBpDN0TuH3bPLx68_GFbns4Rm-MlmBal7Us5hQ2ytEpxgyFXB2jCTVjRpLMdGX9BjTzU1PmYy2k-7BRGlHcmbIVJzoIzfCuttg/s1600-h/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255);font-size:100%;" ><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I...trusted time<br />for my fate<br />Hide...in your crime<br />for her sake in the sunshine<br /><br />Ten ways to look at me<br />when i'm not looking<br />The sense of my sins<br />is weak when i'm turning<br /><br />Let me hear...<br />every whisper in the story<br /><br />Im here...<br />Im right here for you<br />as your slave<br />as your slave<br /><br />Got the Wizards at my window<br />hanging by the rails<br />They'll wait for me to stare at them<br />and kill me then and there<br /><br />They're two faced<br />They're violet Wizards in me<br /><br />If I dont feed nuns with my blood<br />they'll grow in me<br />They're scions<br />of once dormant wraiths in me<br /><br />I...just smoke...<br />and cave in the darkness of the midnight<br />I ...slayed my son<br />when i felt provoked<br />by the trial of my business<br /><br />You poured the poison in me<br />when i closed my eyes yawning<br />Dont treat my lover<br />as an object of your liaison<br /><br />I'll kill...<br />and get killed for you<br />I'm here...<br />Im right here for you<br />as your slave<br />as your slave<br /><br />Three lines on my forehead<br />Fetish on my lap<br />I want to give her my life<br />but the Wizards wont accept<br /><br />They're rifles...<br />of first blood and killing glee<br /><br />Like a self- destructive mind<br />begging for mutation<br /><br />They're marines<br />who've never heard of seas<br /><br />A ruthless nation filled with greed<br />cant take it anymore<br /><br />Drop the bombs<br />with no remorse<br />Burning out all the cities<br /><br />Disease the best<br />Profane the rest<br />Burn their homes<br />and break their necks<br />Destroy them in shackles of slavery<br /><br />The far- cry rising in the wild<br />are the winners mocking me<br /><br />They're two faced<br />They're violet Wizards in me<br /><br />If i dont feed nuns with my blood<br />they'll grow in me<br />They're scions<br />of once dormant wraiths in me<br /><br />I squinted in the moonless nights<br />and got blinded very soon...<br />(I see the concentrated filth<br />burning the limelight beside me,<br />Im sliding in an unrest to avoid it,<br />and you're following the treadmarks<br />of the rhododendron;<br />the resounding outrage<br />of your enigmatic gore,<br />like zeppelins towering the skies of Rye,<br />not that you dont understand,<br />but you do,<br />and still self detonating surreptitiously.<br />I know all of this.)<br /><br />Spoiling all your infants<br />Buying icebeds in the winter<br />Renting attic to the sinners<br />granting wisdom to their kids<br /><br />The night skies in your ceiling<br />Unconscious ways of healing<br />Dead when you're sleeping<br />You'll never wake again...<br />...not another day<br /><br />Im flying in the air<br />with a smile upon my face<br />cos' my wings are burning down<br /><br />And then it starts to rain<br />Its drops chide the flame<br />Gift of rainbow from the heaven<br />but i lose my wings to rust<br /><br />Scavengers have a party<br />countless stitches on my body<br />My prostration makes the news<br />And how I'm a selfish slack...<br />...in my thirst for love<br /><br />The goodness of infection<br />is a common treatment plan<br />You saw the devil in frustration<br />There's a spirit in the devil...<br />...who thrives on confusion<br /><br />Illiterates on the mission<br />of fighting wars never won<br />Its their one way to redemption<br />They'll do the worst they would to rest<br /><br />They're two faced<br />they're violet wizards in me<br /><br />If i dont feed nuns with my blood<br />If i dint grow horns of distrust<br />They'll grow in me<br /><br />They're scions<br />Of violet Wizards in me<br /><br />If i dont see the world tomorrow<br />Forfeit my dear life of sorrow<br />Lead my last breath in the vision...<br />...of your sight<br /></span></span></span></span></div></div>LAXMIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15350895179097298949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240687432182381370.post-27389135241786508072009-03-19T20:08:00.008+05:302009-03-26T21:03:25.261+05:30~~~AMPHITHEATRE OF DREAM$~~~<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAK7ujtn2n70lBO8a2BYEQZuKyzwXE5s5vaJsEKsDb79Ud8G_WW17D7HkQjewA3Uf_mNE-Ncgn2Qr1-0_O5MxPeeldQVH-st02h_vPsvr2s_x5NcZXw-dETChEa8dDqBYjaHaWsTbFFMY/s1600-h/cccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccc.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317519959387680466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAK7ujtn2n70lBO8a2BYEQZuKyzwXE5s5vaJsEKsDb79Ud8G_WW17D7HkQjewA3Uf_mNE-Ncgn2Qr1-0_O5MxPeeldQVH-st02h_vPsvr2s_x5NcZXw-dETChEa8dDqBYjaHaWsTbFFMY/s200/cccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccc.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#33ffff;"><strong><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Get into my Amphitheatre Of Dreams</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Where the stands are filled with broken cars</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Blinded by the Light Of Stars</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">When they dont want what we are</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Divine........</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">They want divine</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Divine.......</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">They want divine</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Glory in the Age Of Wars</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Like a hound of shark feast on tarts</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Bluffed by the Myth Of Gods</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">a frisk before the cheating starts</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Foiled by the Change Of Heart</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Impatient drops in a greyish cloud</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Im familiar with What You Are</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Your warmth speaks, lies just shout</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Divine.......</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">You're divine</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Divine.......</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">You're divine</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Convinced by the Decoys Of Czar</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">they're slayed ships in empty jars</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Pursuit of a Perfect Life</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">...is a rusted cage of brimstone bars</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Spilled glass in Quakes Of East</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">A follicle of staggered lands</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Sailing in the Seas Of Slime</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">is a conscious man who's lost his wand</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Drowned.......</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">He wants to drown</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Drowned.......</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">He wants to drown</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Spits on my Face Of Spots</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">another life is what I want</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Perplexion is the Drink Of Dolls</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">with feet of rust and face of scars</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">They all had a Human Start</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">they killed themselves and made it steel</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Robotic arms with Strength Of Giant</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">metallic skins which never heal...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">...in time</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">All the time</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">...in time</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">All the time</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Get into my Amphitheatre Of Dreams</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">where the stands are filled with broken cars</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Blinded by the Light Of Stars</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">When they dont want what we are</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Divine.......</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">they want divine</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Divine.......</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">they want divine</span></em></strong></span></div>LAXMIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15350895179097298949noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240687432182381370.post-22805590419451274042009-03-19T19:37:00.007+05:302009-03-26T21:07:43.753+05:30###GLO$$Y BLOODSTAIN~~~<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvDj2xgsjpvrWlnMV2vgqZTlb9Qi1bZe0z2f663IeX15aswKKEnLZpoxopmj_QWRiMvv84uUW9f1voR5NclJiIz0RyH_5eVCTgaSVLBuCM75ehjDScbXve5yNc3n2w7nF8ALwSj5BwcKI/s1600-h/dddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317520855254926706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvDj2xgsjpvrWlnMV2vgqZTlb9Qi1bZe0z2f663IeX15aswKKEnLZpoxopmj_QWRiMvv84uUW9f1voR5NclJiIz0RyH_5eVCTgaSVLBuCM75ehjDScbXve5yNc3n2w7nF8ALwSj5BwcKI/s200/dddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ohh...These lovely stains<br />of misbehaviour<br />in the shadow of my dreams<br /><br />The steep terrains<br />of daunting nature<br />with all the forests stalking me<br /><br />The taste of pleasure<br />The verbal treasure<br />......is noise....<br />when its knocking at your door<br /><br />And all this silence<br />Of estranged passion<br />.....is blood...<br />much darker than the black i've bled before<br /><br />Come, heal the stains<br />In the symposium of bluffs<br />cos' you're the narcissist<br />i cant give up<br /><br />Unfold the planes<br />that i made throughtout my life<br />crashing in the<br />dire straits of dust<br /><br />I played the game<br />Of monks and sages<br />to treat the cancer of no cure<br /><br />I'll kiss your wounds<br />and make them diamonds<br />you wont lose me anymore<br /><br />The misty vapour<br />is an accentuator<br />Of our kiss<br />like we're living our last breath<br /><br />The guilt of pressure<br />Your desperate measures<br />are shallow depths<br />I can see your tears sheen behind that crust<br /><br />Come, heal the stains</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">In the symposium of bluffs</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">cos' you're the narcissist</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">i cant give up</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Unfold the planes</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">that i made throughtout my life</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">crashing in the</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">dire straits of dust................</span></strong></em></span>LAXMIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15350895179097298949noreply@blogger.com1