These incessant ramblings of self-gratification by yours truly are meant to be purely sarcasm-laden hedonistic tongue-in-cheek depictions,caricatures and personal soulful thoughts(im dead serious here), and to those who are unwittingly offended or whose having-fun faces appear in my blog without your prior consent , well u guys can either pour out your heartfelt grievances at the abovementioned email address (not that i would really care unless u add me on MSN and then we can start having sadomasochism techniques discussions) or you can be better off whining and complaining to ur mamas ;cause i obviously wont give a shit about your bitching; OR to your so called "Friends In The Neighbourhood"
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Tuesday, August 17, 2004
GOD
God is a concept, by which, we measure our pain. I'll say it again. God is a concept, by which, we measure our pain. i don't believe in magic i don't believe in i'ching i don't believe in bible i don't believe in tarot
i don't believe in hitler
i don't believe in jesus
i don't believe in kennedy
i don't believe in buddha
i don't believe in mantra
i don't believe in gita
i don't believe in yoga
i don't believe in kings
i don't believe in elvis i don't believe in dylan
i don't believe, inBeatles. i just believe in me. Yoko and Me
And that's reality. The dream is over. What can i say The dream was over. Yesterday. I was the dreamweaver, But now, i'm reborn. I was the Walrus. But now, i'm John.
1. If you try to be nice to a girl/s, you get labelled
"Don Juan", "Nonok", "Gatal", "Mr Cinta-Cinta"
by inferior-feeling banana munching apes when all you were trying to do was to be fucking nice for once.
(An example of an inferior-feeling banana munching ape)
2.If you try to tell yourself, "Okay then, screw that, I'll be nice to only guys now", you then get suspicious stares from curious-looking envious apes and thus get labelled
"Gayboy", "Transexually-Oriented", "Wierdo"
3.If u then get exasperated over such macaque-like chatter over your preferences and thus focus ur attention on being nice to ONLY animals now, the squacks by His Majesty the Ape Emperor & Her Highness the Ape Empress get several decibels louder as u are now bestowed the titles of
And placed in a quagmire of jealous sentiments by such high lofted Neanderthal royalty.
So what do you do now? What's the use of being nice ?
Solution:
EITHER you take the route of the manipulative Shakespearean machavillain ala Iago, Don John et cetera
OR you submit to the request and heed to HIS & HER Macaque Majesty and become an eternal slave to the whim and fancy of their brood
( A wise choice indeed.)
I choose to tell those Babooned Face Critics to Fuck Off
Look at themselves in their own mirror And mind their own fucking business Stop trying to be Big Brother and Sister of your own orgasmic imaginations of an Ape Clan for once
