Sunday, July 26, 2009


..... this year, a lot of famous people are meeting you up there uncle.

 I know life will never be the same for us down here..

Sunday, July 19, 2009


Flown past the isle of my lungs, these odour so vividly figmenting, so intoxicating. It was like roses been dipped in a liquid of fermented truffles. Seriously love, I have no idea how that would smell. I mean a liquid of fermented truffles? Still it sound so nice and these words, these words of fancy shenanigan, was a made up description of your divine presence. And by the graceful sway of you arm, you lifted the string of silks, fine silks that would turn a queen mad, for only a sheer thought for not having it turn into a brassiere wrap neatly around her. These fine silks you called your hair. To uncover the bud of lily petals, bud of lily petals you called your ears. And as our eyes lined up, it was like the moon eclipse, and it burns me inside out. I am lost at words, for the question, I have been so long, 

longing to ask you:

"are you always love, this horny?"

Friday, July 3, 2009

Happy Pills

The best cover ever in the whole motherfreaking world a band could ever ask for