im a pacifist with a magnum
with no life to call my own
im pretty brainless
not like anyone would bother
im afraid of girls
cause they're too beautiful
and the links are at the bottom
define me.
the name is FarisBydawi
always below 19
i,
bang the drums,slaps the bass and destroy guitars misplaced memories.
nothing is what it seems when the love ions shifted,i've stopped believing in my own scared of girls ability,calculating the risks in my imaginary diary full of you and other assasinations,only my dearest i care to serve and dream about,love me please and i'll give you my all,even a suicidal shakesphere will mend his own heart when he envisions you...
for every army begins with a runner for every war starts with a letter the collective answers the name i'll die for the answer itself is the one i madly adore
tasty
Friday, August 19, 2005 9:34 PM
Act nonchalant,killing is a reflex,counterfeit hearts,a life long vocation,you'd enjoyed pain as if itwas edible,the money lure,killing joke,writhing in pain,long distance lying,DEATH INDUCINGRHYMES,blossomed vanity,the maestro spends her time,the notice me project,goldensarcasm,daily affirmations,TO SELL IRONY,break the ice with a sincere compliment,a butterfly for the gorgeous human canvas,unremorseful neglect,a face for every bill,its beyond therapy,it doesnt make any sense,i was at hand for every disaster,gift for every heartbreak,cant you see that iloveu?no?oh well,i'll try again.
tasty
Thursday, August 04, 2005 10:26 AM
i feel home.its where i belong.round the bend.blood inked pen. marsiling is a whole new world.MARSiling,as deduced,a few locals from MARS decided to call it their new breeding ground rite here.starting off with the mat-rips, the happy go lucky extraterrestrials that lurks everywhere.scientists have gather much knowledge and conclude that they worked as dung collectors on Mars,and abandoned their posts to find a better life here,at marsiling.little that they know is in 10 years time,they will rejoin the garbage ranks.then there is this alien with indian background with red eyes,thin bodied,tiger beer breath(how they know about beer,dont ask me. must be the indian background),and talks to himself.he pretends to be the bus conductor, but with a crooked twist.he conducts from the bus stop.swearing away the whole swear webster dictionary,he happily conducts himself.then,there's the queen.all hail invader Bedah,the make up consultant.she must be a goth back at Mars,with the way she screams.and yeah, her make up makes her booger attractive,and my eyes bleed from the inside.thank god she doesnt swear,or else the alien indian,or indian alien,whatever,breeds with her and create and army.Bedahlites.her hair must have a colony of insects,and if you ever get near her, god bless you.till,my next post,stay tune and updated,with the friendly neighbourhood, MARSiling....
