Vive La Derriere!

I like this song, it reads like poetry; even though I know nothing about poetry, I like the song. Hear it if you get a chance, can only post the lyrics here because I have the song on napster or would give a link.

Al Stewart - Electric Los Angeles Sunset

Shots split the night, a bullet lodged in his brain
He must have died instantly, he felt no pain
A crowd quickly gathered to the feast of the gun
Waiting for the ambulance and cops to come

Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
Sirens wail in the concrete
Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
Electric Los Angeles sunset, the sunset, the sunset, oh-o-oh

Headlight lit the faces by the tabernacle door
Gazing at the bloodstains on the damp sidewalk
As the crowd turned to go, a man was heard to say
He must have had it comin' to him anyway

Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
Blood wagon rolls through the dragnet
Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
Electric Los Angeles sunset, the sunset, the sunset, oh-o-oh

Cadillacs roll through the smoggy perfume
The buildings are choking on oxygen fumes
Evangelists praying in rented rooms, in the afternoon
Which way do the signposts read
African eyes in the sunrise

The gates of the city are rusted over and mouldering
The violence of the evening decays into the night
While shadows press like moths against the neon light
Movie queues diffuse into the Cinerama haze
While libertines read pornozines in street cafes

Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
The madman swings in the pulpit
Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
Electric Los Angeles sunset, the sunset, the sunset, oh-o-oh

They've got a new pooppppeee!!! Joseph Ratzinger, German, 78, radical, taken the name of Benedict XVI; significant because Benedict XV was a famous champion of peace in the 18th century.

so dude. there were these two birds just doing it on my driveway. i was watching tv in my living room when i noticed. i thought it was a beheaded pigeon dying after being attacked by a cat. because it was those birds with the red butts. so i thought oh its bloody and horrible and its dying. so i opened the window and went to look at em closer. they were going at it man. rolling around and everything. i mean bloody birds. so i threw an acorn at em just to be sure it wasnt a dying beheaded pigeon. they broke off and flew away. love birds they were. two for joy indeed.

OKAY. SO LIKE WE ARE ALL SELF OBSESSED. ITS TIME WE ALL STOPPED IDOLISING OURSELVES AND LOOKED AT THE MORE SERIOUS and IMPORTANT ISSUES OF THE WORLD..

THE SERIOUS AND IMPORTANT ISSUES ARE AS FOLLOWS:

1. Pooj/Danny is fat.
2. me/Linus is fatter.
3. Rusty is far away.
4. we blog every other day, on an average. DO YOU REALIZE HOW FARIGH AND VEILA WE ARE? like so not veela either. ahahahahahhahaha. i made a funny.
5. there's a Chipkali in my room, we used to be scared of each other but we're friends now. everyday i wake up in the morning he hides behing the cupboard. maybe he thinks he's ugly. or maybbe he thinks i am. hmm. VOT A MYSTERY.
6. bohat garmi ho rahee hai so all you freakshows in non- third world countires taayaar ho jao taptee hue garmi keh liyey.
7. all the men in my class look as if they have been starved since birth and that is so not cool. PUT ON SOME WEIGHT MEN.

acha now that we have covered the worldly issues i can watch eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. everybody just go and braid blades of grass and make tokris and sell them to the rich. don't mock me you hear. monstre! Cochon!

im fat. my catty chins have finished so im depressed.

I just got called a narcissist!! While I’m not insulted, I am surprised! I’ve never been called that before and I’ve never considered that I might be ‘one of those’. Hmmm…

hello possumsss!! i wish to post a blog, im not quite sure what i should say. surely some sort of exciting tales from london town are in order, sadly there are none. charles and camilla are married and camilla had a really funky hat on. her apparel is reputed to have cost somewhere in the region of £20,000. no expense spared naturally. however i still have a soft spot for old lady di. yes, yes i know she was just as involved in adulterous affairs as charles and she used the media as much as they used her etc etc and so on and so forth, but how can you help but love her. the woman was gorgeous, she was in icon, adulterous or not. her manipulation of the media seems to have paid off if people still remember her as lovingly now as they did when she was alive and gracing glitzy evenings all over the world. she was a peach.

oh and that reminds me, the other day i saw a documentary on dodis dad, the harrods giant mr. al fayed. hes quite cool actually. and absolutely hilarious. hes on national tv and completely not bothered by the fact that a few million people are watching. his speech is liberally peppered with expletives, aimed directly at the royal family, more so the prince consort prince phillip than anyone else. for example, "...that bastard, prince phillip, he is a gangster, a bastard of illegal parents. a nazi who had no parents and was raised by hitlers wife. he is ruling the country behind the scenes, he is a nazi and a bastard...." and the recurring theme of nazi bastard continued throughout the interview. then he turned to charles and camilla, "...how can charles wake up every morning with a woman that looks like a horse?" clearly the man hasnt any qualms about speaking his mind. but hes a loveable old bastard himself; the word on the streets is that he made his money brokering illegal deals and is basically no worthier than a common criminal. but i cant help but love an anarchist billionaire. you can count the number of those on the fingers of a mitten. however i am inclined to disagree with him about the nazis. i confess i am a nazi sympathiser and a devoted fan of anarchy in general. ew, now the tvs showing some people eating goats testicles by a fire. and on that regretful note ladies and gentleman, au revoir and vive les anarchistes!!

does 5 consecutive hours of sticky fun with UHU, Elfy and Samad Bond make me a glue sniffer?

seriously, a whole day has passed and im still spinning from the excessive inhaling of these three guys. glue sniffing also has its terrible points. the person who made Elfy hates people with skin. most people, like my own unassuming self, don't realize that Elfy STICKS THINGS TOGETHER. FOR GOOD. therefore, everytime the tiniest of drops dribbled onto my finger and i tried to rub it off...i made this this noise: "YEEEOW!"

yes. its painful. and it doesn't even smell that nice. i also no longer have fingerprints, largely due to the absence of skin on my fingertips.

i also know everything about glue now. i think God, in this twisted way, was trying to teach me something...

something about glue.

i know exactly how long one should wait whilst waiting for samad bond to dry-15 seconds. i know that uhu is better than Stu glue. i know exactly what not to touch when i have glue on my fingers- eyes, hair, nose, other fingers, food or drink, and through personal experience not to touch my mother. she doesn't like glue very much.

i also know the only way to get Elfy off your fingers: peel off skin.

dude. its like. you wont believe what just happened.

I touched A LIZARDDDDD. *shudders and swats skin like paranoid freak* omg. and do you know. it was the fat baby crocodile like lizard reptile that we have all witnessed in the upstairs hall from time to time. it is as ancient as the loch ness monster. dude with green fat scales and everything.
oh fuck. and not only did i touch it with my bare fingers. but i pressed its body. with my bare fingers. i pressed it man. i fucking pressed the lizard. it was sitting on the bloody light switch in a very dark room :(((((((((((( strategically even.
im severely traumatized right now :SSSSSSSSSS

linus, be not mood swingy, that shall sadden me immensely. be your usual sparkling, effervescent self my lowe. just think of james dean and like he said, "dream as if you'll live forever. live as if you'll die today". if the great man himself said it, who are we to question it? even tho he snuffed it before he even got started.

dude, linus has always been crazy, much to her credit.rusty cannot wait to return and descend into danny and linus's perfumed bosoms, or something like that. my life at the moment is the opposite of 'fabulous' (yes, i've been watching sex and the city reruns and i'm not ashamed to admit it). and the listed antonyms to fabulous are posted here for the enrichment of all: conventional, ordinary, moderate, normal. and realization is dawning that i quite enjoying typing shyte on this laptop with music ive never heard before or remember downloading playing in the background. however that doesnt seem to get my assignments done any faster.

in other news, the pope isnt faring too well, prince charles just fucked up again and the simpsons are better than ever.

it was really hot and i think my cheeks had a stroke. saher gave me my pressies :D :D :D and i luved them :D thankoo saher.
we had lunch at pizza hut and sheiums bongiyan were at a pleasant level on the bongi-meter. anum does not read my blog because she thinks that i make fun of her. hey yaar that was just one time. lol. rusty, linus is getting real mood swingy... even with her only sane pal in the city, danny :(
its time for you to arrive.