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Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Sweet Sweet Cranberries






equals







The truth is.
Dolores O riordan, is AWESOME.

Her lyrics are so sweet
How I wish we were in love

When there is only one option

You have one choice

Trying to resist so many temptations

But you do, resist them till the end

There is no name to it, but someone wants you dead

The corpse awaits you, sooner or later

But its the efforts that count in the end

Your small life, in this piece of time

You wish things were simpler , But they were harder for a reason

To pave you, a better death bed.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Yesterdays dream (Poem)

It was just..
oh man

that place, that compound and those buildings
and those vague green trees
and the window

and then, my room
and 3 houses up the lane

and my gallery
and then my room

how dynamic
how used
how much fun

and then the old city side streets
and then the beggar
and then the scene

and then my room
and then a flash of some image

and then that flat ground
and then the sweep

and then the gallery i dont recognize
and then the dramatic scene

and then the moving
the link

just like a movie
awesome.

Saturday, November 27, 2010

The height of awesomeness

Movie Review: The Wedding Bride (2010) (Starring Jed Mosley)

This. <<<
Is Barney Stinson's blog

It is the golden link to all the awesomeness
starting right from the root of awesomeness back in the early ages

Friday, November 26, 2010

Jim Morrison - Stoned Immaculate


Well, This post is a tribute to Jim' Morrison. And here, i've put up my favorite of Jim Morrison's poems, Stoned Immaculate


I'll tell you this...
No eternal reward will forgive us now
For wasting the dawn.
Back in those days everything was simpler and more confused
One summer night, going to the pier
I ran into two young girls
The blonde one was called Freedom
The dark one, Enterprise
We talked and they told me this story
Now listen to this...
I'll tell you about Texas radio and the big beat
Soft driven, slow and mad
Like some new language


Reaching your head with the cold, sudden fury of a divine messenger
Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god
Wandering, wandering in hopless night
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we are stoned
Immaculate.