Sunday, December 27, 2009

Here I Lie.

"It is always the best policy to tell the truth, unless of course you are an exceptionally good liar."
Jerome K. Jerome.

PS.
A: B always tells the truth.
B: A is such a liar.

"Satyawadii,Haath khade karo!"
Two gunshots.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

:)

"If I were two-faced, would I be wearing this one?"
- Abraham Lincoln (1809-1865)

Well, I don't know your options Mr. Lincoln.
“It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.”

Friday, December 18, 2009

Too much

How much is too much?
I slept so much today that my head is hurting and back is beginning to complain as well.
Is that too much?

Its one of those questions that that make you think too much. Or maybe not. Since I don't know how much makes too much.
Not like too much is very much anyway.

Alright,Hands up.
I'm super bored.


PS.

This is one good song :)

Straight in, suck up and go,
Cool it, swallow, swallow
Breathe deep, take it all
It comes cheap
Push it through the doors
Because in between the lines
I'm gonna pack more lines
So I can get in
Ooh traffic jam got more cars
Than a beach got sand
Suck it up, suck it up, suck it up,
Fill it up until no more
I'm no crazy creep, I've got it coming
To me because I'm not satisfied
The hunger keeps on growing
I eat too much
I drink too much
I want too much
Too much

I've got to get it somewhere
I mean, you never know, maybe you're dreaming
Who do you think you're watching
Who do you think you need
Play for me, play more,
Ten times in the same day
I need more, I'm going
Over my borders
I'm going to take more, more
From you, letter by letter

I eat too much
I drink too much
I want too much
Too much

I told, god, I'm coming
To your country
I'm going to eat up your cities,
Your homes, you know
I've got a stomach full it's not
A chip on my shoulder
I've got this growl in my tummy
And I'm gonna stop it today

I eat too much
I drink too much
I want too much
Too much

-Dave Matthews.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

So what.

Stars shine.
People whine.
Dinner time.
So what.

Trees grow.
Whistles blow.
This is slow.
So what.

Too much black.
Way too slack.
Bones crack.
So what.

Silence speaks.
Anger peaks.
Birdy tweaks.
So what.

And they clout.
Leave no doubt.
I'm all out.
So what.

Stars shine.
People whine.
Still dinner time.
So what.

Trees grow.
Whistles blow.
Not too slow.
So what.

Too much white.
Dim that light.
Not that bright.
So what.

And they clout.
I'm all out.
Still too stout.
So what.
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