1901………wolf gang amadeus…phoenix

this is the band i have been listening to of recent, and 1901 is the title of the song.

the chorus has “falling” said mostly….

and recently, M j fell, another Michael i new. Craziest thing is that, i was having fun. It started earlier that evening when my brother returned from school, he was way to hyper especially it being Thursday, but well, may be he’s home not school. So his home, he gets me happy we decide to listen to some M J, thriller… i know my bones are stiff but atleast i can do the moon walk. we are all over the sitting room, jumping up and down.

Later that evening, we are going for a friend’s kasiiki, at T 1 club ( people this clud happens. they have bumper car like seats) anyway, we go for the kasiiki around 11.00pm, am pumped, reason (they have a cool love story these two.) and the free alohol, count me in definately.

Am getting drunk, 3 Smirnoffs and a good number of brown bottles,a few nice women, easy to take down, never better..,now its the dancing,and with enough fuel in my blood (alcohol), i take to the dance floor. Even the Phone stalker cannot remove this little bit of happiness, then….uhm uhm, the dj clears his throat

michael jackson is dancing“…with all the loud noise, that’s for sure what i heard, then he decreases the volume, now they have put on CNN in club, breaking news,

the King of pop is dead………………..ti..ti…ti…ttiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, all fun, all music, all…

first thought, dude, M J died on you kasiiki, seriously.

i can feel my feet,this rate of sobering up is crazy

dude, M J is dead…he cant die…he’s immortal.

I’d rather die than him, no… a few tears went, streaming down my heart…

anyway, the above happened between thursday 6.00pm to Friday 10.00am.

Am still sad that the dude is dead but am getting over it. he is still immortal, i can moon walk, backslide all because of him. but it got me thinking, am still mortal, and from the looks, very broke, though he was broke, left 1000 billion dollar debt, from new vision, CNN depicted him as some not- good-enough-to-be a hero, AL jazeera completely kept the news coming about the iran elections, (with a time out on what should be better to broadcast). but yeah, i need a break, i need to introduce the new moon walk, prolly go for a sun tan, become a little orange(better than white), get me some money. besides, the song i was listening ends falling…falling…falling.

lets not fall, its not 1901.


Poetry…that thing called poetry…

I hate poetry

I hate poets

they think that it is the…

Easier way of confusing masses

by saying a few words

Shallow way of saying

“I am deep” or

I don’t know or

I know not of what i know.

Rhythm, rhyme, rhetory…

My a***

A poet, an enigma or

just a poet.

You are no word smith

just a phony joker…you clown.

peace out.

FLow, i neEd my crAzy baCK

My crazy is missing, the past few days have seen me traverse the earth looking for my chi,(whatever that means),but my chi is missing.
My inspiration is gone haywire, i cant seem to get things right or blog sense, a much needed vacation i deserve. Am speechless, like always when this happens, i have no reason….i need inspiration.
Can’t believe am playing mafia wars on face book. Thats how unspirational i have become. School sucks, fool of socks. Am full of anger, not sure what is going on in my current state of life. My reitsu is flowing out of me, i have no limit on my spirit energy. 
I type aimlessly hoping for inspiration to slap me in the face,no bitch slap me, but it,i mean she is fucking not. What to do, what to do. Am on a roll and this should not just happen. Does anyone out there feel me?
If i could rhyme, like my toungue had slime, then i would be on fire…but, i dont feel the vibe. I mean, its not like this has not happened before, but this, is bloody freaky.

i hate and like,and my crazy thoughts are…

Movies with poor scripts, blimey, we are not there or here to watch cartoons…this is not some quacky spelling kids show…this is for you, uhm, cant seem to get it right (the movie) they are to many

leverage, now we are talking of series to watch, to die for.

terminator salvation, the governor, is not back…

As if, wow, this series rocks… i recommend

what happens to the comment i get in russian or something, do i delete them, besides, rock on, there are reading me in russia…

i hate campus, my course, i will never stop hating

this manga hentai thing miss eizzy, respect, manga rocks…

i went back home, my jail time started…the tin cup and plates from the wandegs paper bags i am used to…lubobi…i hate your guts

am not crazy, am i, cause i am starting to think i am..or might be

i really, really didn’t want to edit this post. editing sucks

i want to be, just me, prolly fail at anyhting  i try to do…hacking, smacking , fucking..oops

my mind dumped me, seriously, and thinks we are getting back, hum, am not the cheap…i do books, lots and lots of books

about love, can you actually love 2 people…food for thought.

thinking is bloody deadly. just got kicked out of school. how bad can this education system get f*****  up.

what if vulgar language was made an official language, wouldn’t that be fantastic. socks.

and to my russian readers, i feel you…totally.

the thoughts, the thoughts, they are killing me, no..nooooooooooooooo 

but if i had a gun, i would shoot you first

what is it with bloggers and blogging,you know a blog is an internet diary, so you are and….get the point

we are not special, nor are we different, we are just suckers for life..



now how dramatic can this get.
miss cheri, where at though!!



lets just be friends……

uhm, am lost, what about…..

no, we are better of as friends…

but i thought


oh, i see

yes, am a cold hearted bloody bastard, swine….

love sucks, salvation for those who hoped it existed. love just sucks. save your self.