Friday, March 28, 2008

Campers R US

Rays of light
Unto my solemn life
Untainted by the color of sins

Darkness befalls
Upon where light flaws
These tones I have not seen
On my skin
Displaying my every sin

When the light fades away
Darkness just won't come again
Colors would reunite
And all would be right

But I'll wait
For God to shift his vision
The Lord to shun I
And all mistakes I've made

Since when did I begin?
Where is the starting line again?
I don't remember

It must have been my oblivion
To be out and bare
Naked under the very sky where He resides
Unconcsious, parading

Foolish in my lost, childless act
Like I never had
Being someone I never am
In a different skin
That just won't shed
Not now
Not yet

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Oblivion

Remade, hands added. That's about it.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Stolen Goods.



Nope, these are doodled by me. Only the software and tools.

Saturday, March 8, 2008

Hilary/Obama Promotion

Link : http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x4ltj2_you-say-hillaryi-say-obama_politics

Or

Friday, March 7, 2008

A peek into modern life

The words you have
They do not articulate
The world is speechless
Filled with these noises
Which expresses the hate in you
That do not fade

Your face is blank
As you face the world
And lie
Your heart is filled with emotions
Complex like the thoughts gathered in your mind

So just
Forget yesterday
You have been there
Forget today
You will get through it
Forget tomorrow
You will be there
And everything will be the same anyways

Thursday, March 6, 2008

Re: Reasons why students fail

Another mail in the box! How quaint.

It's not the fault of student if
he/she fails because the year ONLY
has 365 days...
typical academic year for a student:

1. Sundays - 52 Sundays in a year, you know Sundays are for rest.
Days left 313.

That would make those three hundred and thirteen days workdays. There is a very good reason to why they are called workdays. So maybe if you did not waste part of your life making this up, you could have gotten either some rest, some work done or partially atone for any one of your sins by praying to me.

2. Summer holidays - 50 where weather is very hot and difficult to study.
Days left 263.

I feel sympathy on this statement but regardless, I do not stop raping you just because it is summer. How does fifty un-loved days sound to you? Because they sound mighty fine to me.

3. 8 hours daily sleep - 130 days GONE.
Days left 141.
I do doubt that the eight hours excludes the two daily hours of sleeping around and about. Or maybe with yourself, little narcist.

4. 1 hour for daily playing- (good for health) means 15 days.
Days left 126.
For every hour you play, you need two hours to reconnect half the amount of neurons in your brain which you have just disconnected. Wow, I got myself there. I did not think that you would ever have that many neurons to connect or disconnect before you break down and stop working.

5. 2 hours daily for food & other delicacies (chewing properly & swallowing) - means 30 days.
Days left 96.
An approximation of twenty hours is needed before what you put into your mouth is being tossed out from your ass. So maybe if you did not eat that much, your ass would stop being such an ass and stink so much.

6. 1 hour for talking (man is a social animal) - means 15 days.
Days left 81.
Definition of talking : To articulate words. Two options, you have either rendered your intelligience to that of below an average person's or speak of matters equivalent to your intellectual level hence causing you to fail. An average person has a IQ of 100 at the present moment.

7. Exam days - per year at least 35 days.
Days left 46.
You have atleast thirty five days a year to study. That is not very difficult is it? Approximately one tenth of the year is dedicated to your academic and intellectual growth and you are still whining? Perhaps what you need is nothing more than additional exam days. Half the year maybe?

8. Quarterly, half yearly and festival (holidays) - 40 days.
Days left 6.
A quarter, a half and even more! Wow, now you are left with 40IQ! Use them sparringly. Never know when you might be needing them. Or maybe you never knew to begin with.

9. For sickness - at least 3 days.
Days left 3.

One more down is one less to do. Go on. I doubt the doctor misses you enough. Once a year is more than sufficient.

10. Movies and functions- at least 2 days.
1 day left.
Twelve movies a year and going to church does not constitute to attending a function.
Neither does going to the theatre with some people whom you call friends constitute to attending a function.

11. That 1 day is your birthday.
How can you study on that day ?!?!?!?!?!
You are just one little crumbly clay person amongst over six billion. Your birthday is as significant as your existance in the world. That makes you negligible, like your intelligience.
Balance = 0
' How can a student pass ?????'
Wow. Is that the level of your intelligience? This is a hard question. Indeed. What would you like to pass first? A truck about to hit you down or the spit which the kid behind you keeps throwing? Did you mean your exams? I am sorry. I thought you were a little more materialistic, ignorant and well, special. Maybe you could try studying rather than writing or even reading this now.

One sec ho, Mary's up here first yo see.

Just a little introduction of what I am like and what the rest will be like.

God

God loves you
For you are his children
He won't hate you
He'll provide salvation

Only if you will believe in him

But I don't fucking care
I don't fucking believe
That there is life so fine
That he can free me from my sins

You can't see him
You can't feel him
Neither can you hear him
Unless you use your imagination
And believe in ancient illusions

He loves you
He will love you
He will save you
He will aid you
So just read the goddamned bible

Read the latest edition
Where God is angry
Mary gives life
They are both santas

Jesus is like you
A child,
Always on the receiving end
Especially when it is their birthday

You will be killed
Hung on a cross
And stabbed in the side
Longinus hates you

No one will ever love you
Till a thousand more die
And a cult made in your name
And you will finally be real
Only in dreams and desperation