Wednesday, May 25, 2005

She's really tough in controlling shoes off! but mysterious things, are objects around: bended nail to fetch what and from where?! Big brush to rub where and when?!
God bless you Fatme Khanoom! I recall my memories always... and this stored objects won't leave me alone, I know. I bid.
Whazzup? everybody's messin' around. and I'm fucking messed up! yep ma' friend... you've done well. try to hide somewhere, behind some virtual hill. cyber light and cyber shades. live real and revenge cyber! real hate and fake love. knock knock knockin' on neighbour's door...

Thursday, May 05, 2005

Blue wine, red apple, gloss made wallet, violet hate, yellow covered book, curved head, damned soul, nerved love and cursed boy... these are my objects to create a story, an amazing one of peace and glory... wisdom, an impressive element of the actual world. "Shame on you Mr.Bush" still in my head, I can't change the world as I couldn't avoid the world war II, could I?
I hope for no more war, may I get some rest before the story? thanks...