He will never be able to play the piano again.
Sunday, 23 December 2007
Tuesday, 18 December 2007
My heart melts like ice on a hot day in Baghdad
This song came on the radio while I was working and it made me sad. God damn you Bryan Adams for making me vulnerable for 4 minutes.
Sunday, 9 December 2007
AW HELL NAW!
Will Smith, a veteran in thwarting the plans of aliens and robots, once again hopes to save mankind by trying to divert the great monkey robot wars which has been prophesied by many. But first he must become the President of the United States.
" Bush will just fuck it up. I know it yo. I haven't fought monkeys yet but I have fought aliens who are tougher than monkeys and yes, you guys should already know, I have just fought robots recently. Therefore I think I will be the best in leading the war against the monkey robots."
" Bush will just fuck it up. I know it yo. I haven't fought monkeys yet but I have fought aliens who are tougher than monkeys and yes, you guys should already know, I have just fought robots recently. Therefore I think I will be the best in leading the war against the monkey robots."
Tuesday, 27 November 2007
last thoughts
Friday, 9 November 2007
At the top, you just can’t stop
Burn:
Hit it to a higher level
I laugh as you cry, no time to frown
Lets burn and burn till the crows fly home
Flying till the need to end and we all fall down
Maybe you cannot understand
But I will make you understand
That we must burn to make it to the end
Better to burn than get buried in the sand
Then I will see you later
When nothing gets better
I will see you later
When you can get better
There’s no promise,
that I might see you later
Go on till the feet tear
For the road's broken glass
Lets burn and burn till the crows fly home
We stop to drop and swim in the dust
Maybe you cannot understand
But I will make you understand
That we must burn to make it to the end
Better to burn than get buried in the sand
Then I will see you later
When nothing gets better
I will see you later
If you can get better
There’s no promise,
that I might see you later
At the top, you just can’t stop
The rats love to race
No trace of your face
Out of the way
The rats fight for another day
Hit it to a higher level
I laugh as you cry, no time to frown
Lets burn and burn till the crows fly home
Flying till the need to end and we all fall down
Maybe you cannot understand
But I will make you understand
That we must burn to make it to the end
Better to burn than get buried in the sand
Then I will see you later
When nothing gets better
I will see you later
When you can get better
There’s no promise,
that I might see you later
Go on till the feet tear
For the road's broken glass
Lets burn and burn till the crows fly home
We stop to drop and swim in the dust
Maybe you cannot understand
But I will make you understand
That we must burn to make it to the end
Better to burn than get buried in the sand
Then I will see you later
When nothing gets better
I will see you later
If you can get better
There’s no promise,
that I might see you later
At the top, you just can’t stop
The rats love to race
No trace of your face
Out of the way
The rats fight for another day
Sunday, 21 October 2007
hmmm interesting
Some stuff that caught my eye. All the designs seen below are recreated by me. They are 93% close to the original.
Toilet sign, I am easily impressed by its simplicity:
Hmm maybe I can make it more simple by removing the blue circle for the guys and the red triangle for the ladies...
A girl wearing a T-shirt with these words. I thought it was hilarious.

Some dude wearing a T-shirt with the below design. I think it's much better than the TUNA version:
Toilet sign, I am easily impressed by its simplicity:
Hmm maybe I can make it more simple by removing the blue circle for the guys and the red triangle for the ladies...A girl wearing a T-shirt with these words. I thought it was hilarious.

Some dude wearing a T-shirt with the below design. I think it's much better than the TUNA version:
Saturday, 13 October 2007
Who's an asshole?
I am already late for work and a guy gets into the elevator on the 6th floor and gets off on the 7th floor. Fucking climb the stairs asshole. Why the hell do you have legs, you fucking shit?!
Tuesday, 18 September 2007
Coffee and letters
A slow burn:
Hey friend,
Smoke in the head, conscience dead
Lost in my thoughts and swirl in my dreams
Lock my mind, lose the key…
I am being different it seems,
There's no problem, welcome
I dig a hole between these eyes
Making a window that opens to the skies
Every thread counts,
It's a lovely season, look for reason
This life has been written before…Your media expresses
A price for a bitter taste
An alibi for each ugly face
A meaning in every fucking gaze
Our minds lost in outer space
Walking as idiots race…
I am trapped in this stupid maze
As trends, friends and sense fade away
Everything just turned grey
Yeah
I believe I did a slow burn
And if a gun can settle it all
Brings a tear from the eyes of a doll
And you were there to hold my hand
Whisper a joke
Till I am fine, my friend
The morning light is a creep
Stone walls grin forcefully but they weep
Coffee and cigarettes leave me be
Just racing back to sleep away from society
Back to my fantasies
Memory decays into disease, karma wants to claim his fees
I believe I did a slow burn
And if a gun can settle it all
Brings a tear from the eyes of a doll
And you were there to hold my hand
Whisper a joke
Till I am fine, my friend
Hey friend,
Smoke in the head, conscience dead
Lost in my thoughts and swirl in my dreams
Lock my mind, lose the key…
I am being different it seems,
There's no problem, welcome
I dig a hole between these eyes
Making a window that opens to the skies
Every thread counts,
It's a lovely season, look for reason
This life has been written before…Your media expresses
A price for a bitter taste
An alibi for each ugly face
A meaning in every fucking gaze
Our minds lost in outer space
Walking as idiots race…
I am trapped in this stupid maze
As trends, friends and sense fade away
Everything just turned grey
Yeah
I believe I did a slow burn
And if a gun can settle it all
Brings a tear from the eyes of a doll
And you were there to hold my hand
Whisper a joke
Till I am fine, my friend
The morning light is a creep
Stone walls grin forcefully but they weep
Coffee and cigarettes leave me be
Just racing back to sleep away from society
Back to my fantasies
Memory decays into disease, karma wants to claim his fees
I believe I did a slow burn
And if a gun can settle it all
Brings a tear from the eyes of a doll
And you were there to hold my hand
Whisper a joke
Till I am fine, my friend
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