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i.scramble.your.brain.and.then.snack.on.it
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i.scramble.your.brain.and.then.snack.on.it
whose ego - Fri, 27/08/2010 - 9:43am
قطعٌ صغير فى شفتك كفبلُ بأن يفسد علبك يومك
طعم الدم فى فمك يزعجك .....
هو طعم الوجود و الفناء معاً
أتستسيغه؟
المسافه بين الله و الانسان مسافه شاسعه
هى العوالم التى نهيم فيها نحن ...... صانعى الحياه
مسافة تبدو لانهائيه نقطعها لاهثين ، واهمين ، راجين ........ وحياً أو ايحاءً
فاختزلناها فى منطق "روح فى جسد"
المسافه بين الله و الانسان هى الصبغه الورديه فى لعابك من نقطة دم سالت من قطع صغير فى شفتك أفسد عليك يومك
فيها وجودك
و فيها فناءك
هى الحمض فى معدتك من حصاد عملك
هى أرقك
و هى حلمك
قطعٌ صغير فى شفتك كفبلُ بأن يفسد علبك يومك
طعم الدم فى فمك يزعجك .....
هو طعم الوجود و الفناء معاً
أتستسيغه؟
المسافه بين الله و الانسان مسافه شاسعه
هى العوالم التى نهيم فيها نحن ...... صانعى الحياه
مسافة تبدو لانهائيه نقطعها لاهثين ، واهمين ، راجين ........ وحياً أو ايحاءً
فاختزلناها فى منطق "روح فى جسد"
المسافه بين الله و الانسان هى الصبغه الورديه فى لعابك من نقطة دم سالت من قطع صغير فى شفتك أفسد عليك يومك
فيها وجودك
و فيها فناءك
هى الحمض فى معدتك من حصاد عملك
هى أرقك
و هى حلمك
whose ego - Fri, 07/05/2010 - 2:27am
Beaver builds a dam to hush the stream
Kite stomps to ground, too delicate to fly
Hangman yearns over the follies of his youth
Life verging on the oxymoron
Beaver builds a dam to hush the stream
Kite stomps to ground, too delicate to fly
Hangman yearns over the follies of his youth
Life verging on the oxymoron
#3
whose ego - Mon, 15/02/2010 - 1:59pm
As part of a scientific experiment for class, when i was 11 i swallowed a whole medium-size lemon as is.
The lemon was stamped for documentation and scientific integrity purposes.
I wanted to see if i'd be able to poop it undigested, intact.
For the next three days i was crouched over the toilet with my cousin, religiously probing my excrement with chopsticks and a ladle, hoping to find my stamped lemon afloat to no avail.
As part of a scientific experiment for class, when i was 11 i swallowed a whole medium-size lemon as is.
The lemon was stamped for documentation and scientific integrity purposes.
I wanted to see if i'd be able to poop it undigested, intact.
For the next three days i was crouched over the toilet with my cousin, religiously probing my excrement with chopsticks and a ladle, hoping to find my stamped lemon afloat to no avail.
The Lonely Couch
whose ego - Sat, 30/01/2010 - 1:44am
I'd like to live in a spacious studio with no walls, a dizzily high ceiling and a mezzanine.
I'll own a fold-out couch, a fiery red fold-out couch so big that i can have all my fictional friends and pets and creatures and heroes over for a slumber party.
I shall call it The Lonely Couch.
Some of those friends you already know, some of them you don't. Yet!
Yeno
I'd like to live in a spacious studio with no walls, a dizzily high ceiling and a mezzanine.
I'll own a fold-out couch, a fiery red fold-out couch so big that i can have all my fictional friends and pets and creatures and heroes over for a slumber party.
I shall call it The Lonely Couch.
Some of those friends you already know, some of them you don't. Yet!
Yeno
Ordinary Love Story X
whose ego - Wed, 13/01/2010 - 2:25am
My life with you is a myriad of poses.
An array of endless moments and pixels, combining seamlessly to tell a story of love and hate and glory and tragedy and pain and joy and triumph and failure.
Let us divulge our dirty little secret to the world, and to ourselves, here and now.
When we kiss, and we indulge, after a minute or two we both want to pull away cause we're short for breath.
Our fingers are locked together.
Our bodies enthralled.
My life with you is a myriad of poses.
An array of endless moments and pixels, combining seamlessly to tell a story of love and hate and glory and tragedy and pain and joy and triumph and failure.
Let us divulge our dirty little secret to the world, and to ourselves, here and now.
When we kiss, and we indulge, after a minute or two we both want to pull away cause we're short for breath.
Our fingers are locked together.
Our bodies enthralled.
What With L
whose ego - Sun, 10/01/2010 - 3:19am
The first little glimmer of light came from a star shining under false pretenses.
O Venus, does it sting, my acid?
O Cupid, how you flex it, your bow!
"Shittiness, thy name is Woman", i pondered.
Launch.
The first little glimmer of light came from a star shining under false pretenses.
O Venus, does it sting, my acid?
O Cupid, how you flex it, your bow!
"Shittiness, thy name is Woman", i pondered.
Launch.
whose ego - Tue, 05/01/2010 - 9:17pm
I just found the washing up sponge at the bottom of my nearly finished cup of tea.
Shit.
I just found the washing up sponge at the bottom of my nearly finished cup of tea.
Shit.
whose ego - Sun, 27/12/2009 - 1:20am
"The sky
could be blue
I don't mind
without you it's a waste of time"
"The sky
could be blue
I don't mind
without you it's a waste of time"
whose ego - Sat, 19/12/2009 - 1:54pm
كان نفسى فى قرص أومليت
فتحت التلاجه
بس مافيش بيض
.........
.............
...................
أنا البيض
أنا البيض
!
كان نفسى فى قرص أومليت
فتحت التلاجه
بس مافيش بيض
.........
.............
...................
أنا البيض
أنا البيض
!
بين فوضى المدينه و فوضى الخيال
whose ego - Mon, 23/11/2009 - 2:42am
تخنقنى المدينة بواقعيتها الشديده
يرهقنى ايقاعها اللاهث من فرط دنيويته
لا ملاذ لى فى دروبها و أشكالها الهندسيه المنمقه
ولا سند لى فى حوائطها بزواياها القائمه
أفكارها بالية مبعثره
وجوهها خامله عابسه
حتى وجهك أنتى
تخنقنى المدينة بواقعيتها الشديده
يرهقنى ايقاعها اللاهث من فرط دنيويته
لا ملاذ لى فى دروبها و أشكالها الهندسيه المنمقه
ولا سند لى فى حوائطها بزواياها القائمه
أفكارها بالية مبعثره
وجوهها خامله عابسه
حتى وجهك أنتى
whose ego - Sat, 31/10/2009 - 12:01am
I'd like to change the design of this blog.
If you've got the skills, the time and the will to help me, reply here or email me.
Thanks.
I'd like to change the design of this blog.
If you've got the skills, the time and the will to help me, reply here or email me.
Thanks.
So Lately I've Been Worrying....
whose ego - Sun, 11/10/2009 - 7:34am
What if i'm in class, giving a lecture, and i spontaneously combust?
:S
What if i'm in class, giving a lecture, and i spontaneously combust?
:S
Because Some Things Got A Logic You Just Can't Deny
whose ego - Thu, 08/10/2009 - 10:19pm
I fell in love with a windmill the size of the Eiffel tower.
Overlooking a never-ending vista of green and blue, staggering under the weight of its 10th century heritage and hemmed between the cogs of the modern world, the beautiful structure soaring in the Persian sky was the perfect portrait of dignity, modest pride and imposing status.
"I have come to sit with you. I have come to ride your sails.", i told her when i first made her encounter, "I have come to talk."
I fell in love with a windmill the size of the Eiffel tower.
Overlooking a never-ending vista of green and blue, staggering under the weight of its 10th century heritage and hemmed between the cogs of the modern world, the beautiful structure soaring in the Persian sky was the perfect portrait of dignity, modest pride and imposing status.
"I have come to sit with you. I have come to ride your sails.", i told her when i first made her encounter, "I have come to talk."
whose ego - Mon, 14/09/2009 - 4:23am
The most powerful lyrics in any language EVER.
A breathtaking performance by Lara Fabian.
I'll translate since i got nothing better to do anyway....
Lara Fabian - Je Suis Malade
"i don't dream anymore
i don't smoke anymore
i don't even have any history
i'm dirty without you, i'm ugly without you
like an orphan in a home
i have no desire to live my life, it ceases when you leave
Even my bed transforms into a train platform
when you're gone
The most powerful lyrics in any language EVER.
A breathtaking performance by Lara Fabian.
I'll translate since i got nothing better to do anyway....
Lara Fabian - Je Suis Malade
"i don't dream anymore
i don't smoke anymore
i don't even have any history
i'm dirty without you, i'm ugly without you
like an orphan in a home
i have no desire to live my life, it ceases when you leave
Even my bed transforms into a train platform
when you're gone
whose ego - Sat, 11/07/2009 - 11:22pm
These people in my life.
These characters.
They breed in my lonely needy mind, and from my soul i grant them being.
They're my unventured grounds, my limitless possibilities.
My rise and my demise.
They're exactly what i make out of them.
I'm exactly what they make out of me.
And we count on each other to keep this delicate balance at check.
Take just one out of the equation and both our respective worlds would come tumbling down.
These people in my life.
These characters.
They breed in my lonely needy mind, and from my soul i grant them being.
They're my unventured grounds, my limitless possibilities.
My rise and my demise.
They're exactly what i make out of them.
I'm exactly what they make out of me.
And we count on each other to keep this delicate balance at check.
Take just one out of the equation and both our respective worlds would come tumbling down.
whose ego - Thu, 09/07/2009 - 2:44am
the man in the jar
talks so wise
has no eyes
thus tells no lies
alone on a shelf
fits in your fist
but he's no elf
you can't hurt him
you can't mar
the man in the jar
talks so wise
has no eyes
thus tells no lies
alone on a shelf
fits in your fist
but he's no elf
you can't hurt him
you can't mar
Smells
whose ego - Sun, 31/05/2009 - 11:56am
Reformed Cynic asked me what smells i liked .
I made a list cause the question intrigued me .
I thought i'd share ...
I like the smell of the magic marker ... i occasionally sniff the felt tip while working .
I like the smell of our cleaning lady .. She always smells of "Bledge" and "clorox" and onions and B.O. .... The smell of hardship .
Reformed Cynic asked me what smells i liked .
I made a list cause the question intrigued me .
I thought i'd share ...
I like the smell of the magic marker ... i occasionally sniff the felt tip while working .
I like the smell of our cleaning lady .. She always smells of "Bledge" and "clorox" and onions and B.O. .... The smell of hardship .