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.
jackass sounds good.someone's got an ego to work on.im your gold medallist.im your dinner bringer.im your hair sniffer.my nose is your victim.your green tea is my addiction.but im worried.now i dont make sense.im just tired of blogging.should i stop?maybe tomorrow.maybe not.ensuring your sorrow.bye for now.adieu cher..
tasty
Tuesday, December 25, 2007 4:22 AM
minutemaidsfrom Italy anyone?the elephantsandI,who willshe miss whenall the leavesand treesconsume the soldier?thetimes spent on busrides when she's happy,is shehappy?wecould be gay,meatbuffet,were they kinky on valentines day?chocolates beingfree together,always puts a smile on me forever.
you wont understand what was written.i will call you,after im being envied with green.now go figure.
tasty
Sunday, December 23, 2007 9:24 AM
they seem to have a huge colouring book.where the favourite has always been yellow.they will paint the skies yellow too,and never shall we see a darker colour.they have ample brown for ample stupid vocations,because brown will always be the lower class.even the seas got shades of black.but never shall it be brown.never it shall be us.. and dogs cant touch me.dogs judge base on nothing.dogs get angry.dogs have egos.2 years to be one,and after that,i'll be immortalised.serve and fuck off.
tasty
Saturday, December 22, 2007 7:51 PM
maybe its time we save the earth.we'll take some photographs,and show her what she deserves.it hurts to see you cry,your death starts from birth.i love you and i'll wait out loud,for ethics and for its worth. embrace your inner cheese.when softness makes one agitated,your emotions to him is such a tease.much to his expertise,to me its like a disease,the opportunity he'll seize,and with your kindness,he'll win with such ease.these are no foreign a.b.c's,when your own wealth is for him to please.the open doors with a single key,only you can shut the painful nominees.ive ran out of rhymes,or i could end this sentence with im japanese.or better still,i love you,and i'll wait,in any weather whatever degrees.
tasty
Thursday, December 20, 2007 11:53 PM
the monks in tibet keeps their hair long.she could feel the games that play us.i cant help but wait.i didnt avoid her,i simply wanna miss her.forget that cuban macbeth.shakespeare hate your poems,and im the lost romeo character.we could dance to the taliban disco.im your elephant till you could open up your heart.and once it does,jude's waiting.and monkeys masterbate to bald indians.
tasty
Wednesday, December 12, 2007 10:31 AM
multi purpose abrasions and the day i met you hair.
