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.
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....
