Monday, February 27, 2006

What's Your Sign?

- "Hello ma'am. Can I have the pleasure of a dance?"
- "Not before I know your birthdate & check with a couple of books sir."

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Who's Your Daddy Now...


It was me who kissed the Sleeping Beauty awake & then left
just in time to entrap the prince who had no idea how
his life would change with the marriage which would fall upon him…

Even if it was not me, it was someone before me.

How simplistic of my parents to believe
she was cursed for a childish reason
& then woke up to even a more stupid one...

I am off to waking someone else up...

Signed by a 6 year old with the sattelite remote in his hand

Friday, February 17, 2006

2 ¾ Kg Of Hearing Loss Please...

Politician or artist, mullah or priest,
singer or actor & the whole bunch of you
who are also categorized among the businessmen;
I’ve long shut my ear-gates to your time to time thought invasions.

I can never learn anything of value
from you self-righteous monkeys indoctrinating your paths of glory
through your amplified trembling voices with the fake self-confidence
induced by the microphones in your hands.

P.S: I just can’t decide in whose memory I should piss today…
P.S 2: Maybe I just go with the people on the news at 9…

Conclusion: The psycho needs stronger pills. Having delusions again…


Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Stainless Steel, Made In...

... & when they manufactured our corps somewhere even farther than planet X,
on the left upper quadrant of our left buttocks
below where they've printed our serial numbers,
they stamped in bold; "CHANGE-RESISTANT"

Sunday, February 12, 2006

ZZZZZ...ZZZZZ...ZZZZZ...

We live to sleep. We work, we study & we breathe to sleep. Sometimes alone sometimes with people who want to test our beds & then the next day we wake up to sleep once again until the day we forget how we used to wake up…

It seems to me we all retire on a high. Ending our performances with yet another goal achieved while everyone remembers the last time we’ve gone to sleep.

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Some of us are heavy-sleepers while some others sleep is as light as a feather. To know your type, wigh yourself before going to bed & once again when you are snoring. The weight difference will be the weight of your sleep. Good luck!

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There are also people in our lives telling us bedtime stories until we pass out, feeling we are best when totally unconscious. If the number of such people devided by the ones who prefer your awake form is bigger than 1 then you'll either miss breakfast or you'll have to eat it alone...

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Reminder: Don't forget to brush your teeth & visit the W.C before hand...

Ah time to sleep...

Monday, February 06, 2006

Ship Me A Sink...

The Egyptian ship's (Al-Salaam Boccaccio 98) tale is a tragedy of it's own but I still feel more for Jack & Rose! Is it the music, different directors or perhaps the fading colors of reality through decades, I am not yet sure about...

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Hey god I guess some officials up there need to be studying more English not to mix up "Ship ME A Sink" with "Sink Me A Ship"...

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Yeah yeah the same story of relationships among the bad-guys & the government. A ship sinks, lives end & yet the guy responsible for the tragedy calmly sips his glass of vodka besdie his fireplace, shedding tears but only for his lost ship...

Sunday, February 05, 2006

Stupidity X (Pen + Paper) > WMD

... & as the viking army out of boredom begun it's invasion on the volatile shores of middle earth, unknowingly they trespassed the borders of tolerance in the land while back home their cows had started laying eggs...

The reason, the cause & the goal to the act were the only unanswered questions...

Friday, February 03, 2006

Run Rabbit, Run...

It is time to write the next phrase in my once blank page now full of a variety of complete & incomplete letters, words, phrases & sentences I have put together to give sense a new birth . So much thought & so much effort once again to try to add another piece on my unrewritable scroll. & then after all I put into each & every part, when at last my sentence is done, it is only time to write another one. Another one. I wonder how much time is left on the examiners watch for me which is not set in an understandable way. Oh by the way what should be the topic to my new paragraph? Love, Hate, War, Freedom Of Speech or The Girl Next Door who is giving me the eye...!?

"Sorry sir, I am not feeling too well. Something like nausea or an eminent diarrhea I suppose. Can I meet John or was it George?" The hell with it for now. Let's concentrate on the hollow space at the begining of each new paragraph & the gap after it is done…