Remember that feel when you are looking for something and you unexpectedly stumble upon items that bring nostalgia... This is the feel, this place has been dormant for over a year now. Not that dust has collected and created a veil upon the key board but the walk down memory lane is covered with unkempt bushes and weeds with nature taking it's course the path is vague.
So what now? who knows what to do with items from the past. You just examine from all angles and have little play for a while hoping that it will stay remembered or maybe it's best to only reflect every shooting star. For now the path to the box factory seems restored.
Monday, July 2, 2012
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Some facebook story
You regain consciousness dazzled by a blinding ceiling light above your head. Disorientated you scan your surroundings, its cold as you see your breath leave your body. A rush of adrenaline runs down your spine as the realization the at your immobilized on a wooden chair, heavily strapped with bondage. Your pupils dilate with fear as you peer into the distance seeing nothing but darkness... Where am I? you think What happened?
Besides the tinnitus you hear nothing but silence. Sitting there helpless you begin to retrace your last thoughts.. minutes have passed since you've awaken in an unfamiliar surrounding. Suddenly a creak of a door alerts you to face forward from your usual slumped position, footsteps are heard drawing closer. You anticipate that a figure will be right before you any moment now... but seconds, minutes go by and it seems like an eternity of footsteps owned by no one.
The footsteps die down and now the sound of silence feels the room again. As with a blink of an eye you are in total darkness. Warm caring hands run down and caress your cheeks as to re-assure your safety. You feel another pair of helping hands behind you liberating you from your seated prison. The pressure of bondage disappears and forcefully you are standing upright but unable to look behind you.
As abruptly as the light disappeared so do the kind hands. You feel as though your pants are coming off, now your underwear is off.. you are shriveled from the cold temperature. Heightened sensation feels your anus, you are being penetrated by a hard object. It thrusts in and out of your asshole furiously, you can't help but enjoy the motion and start moaning like a bitch.
Besides the tinnitus you hear nothing but silence. Sitting there helpless you begin to retrace your last thoughts.. minutes have passed since you've awaken in an unfamiliar surrounding. Suddenly a creak of a door alerts you to face forward from your usual slumped position, footsteps are heard drawing closer. You anticipate that a figure will be right before you any moment now... but seconds, minutes go by and it seems like an eternity of footsteps owned by no one.
The footsteps die down and now the sound of silence feels the room again. As with a blink of an eye you are in total darkness. Warm caring hands run down and caress your cheeks as to re-assure your safety. You feel another pair of helping hands behind you liberating you from your seated prison. The pressure of bondage disappears and forcefully you are standing upright but unable to look behind you.
As abruptly as the light disappeared so do the kind hands. You feel as though your pants are coming off, now your underwear is off.. you are shriveled from the cold temperature. Heightened sensation feels your anus, you are being penetrated by a hard object. It thrusts in and out of your asshole furiously, you can't help but enjoy the motion and start moaning like a bitch.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Bored to death
Every now and then i play tennis with a blind guy. He tells me he's a baller, he tells me he's sick of hes long time girlfriend and he tells me he's going to cheat on her. Now im sitting in the car with him it's pouring rain outside and there's a beyonce love song sapping whats left of my testosterone. Then tears trickle down blind guys cheeks... like a teenager entering puberty his voice croaks and all shaky utters "I just want her back". Is this the part where we kiss?
My daily life is bombarded with blind guys company, I'm sitting on the computer listening to his daily dribble a repeat of yesterdays dribble. Like a church he preaches his love for this divine being. By the week i'm over it, I really don't give a shit about his love life. By the month I really don't give a shit about blind guy. When I see his calller ID i feel like jumping out of my window just to avoid answering it. Now I'm a zombie, just dead with the usual soulless murmur to concur when he rambles about how miserable his life is.
So I agree to stalk his x, was I creepy? no just bored to death! First stop her work place, 3 guys crammed into a small Japanese ute. Through traffic we played a game of cat and mouse, a few exaggerated turns, 1 red light and sudden changes of direction but at what cost? Next stop local cafe/restaurant, me and Asi request a table 1 table away from her as she dines with a female friend in our attempt to eaves drop we make funnels out of menus but at what cost? While blind guy is hiding under the veil of darkness not far from us. Final stop we follow her home... trying to seem less suspicious we drive past 20 seconds after her with our lights off but at what cost?
My daily life is bombarded with blind guys company, I'm sitting on the computer listening to his daily dribble a repeat of yesterdays dribble. Like a church he preaches his love for this divine being. By the week i'm over it, I really don't give a shit about his love life. By the month I really don't give a shit about blind guy. When I see his calller ID i feel like jumping out of my window just to avoid answering it. Now I'm a zombie, just dead with the usual soulless murmur to concur when he rambles about how miserable his life is.
So I agree to stalk his x, was I creepy? no just bored to death! First stop her work place, 3 guys crammed into a small Japanese ute. Through traffic we played a game of cat and mouse, a few exaggerated turns, 1 red light and sudden changes of direction but at what cost? Next stop local cafe/restaurant, me and Asi request a table 1 table away from her as she dines with a female friend in our attempt to eaves drop we make funnels out of menus but at what cost? While blind guy is hiding under the veil of darkness not far from us. Final stop we follow her home... trying to seem less suspicious we drive past 20 seconds after her with our lights off but at what cost?
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Deep thoughts
well back in 92 i didnt know what an amadeep was.. but beyond 2000 the story unfolds. I had to take a step back because the warmth and vibrant aura was too overwhelming at first.. amadeep sure knew how to radiate emotion from those lips. My first sighting i was a bit skeptical of myself.. I couldn't believe this human being was reading a newspaper at the speed of humming birds.. flapping those pages furiously I really wondered if he absorbed the print.
I was blown away instantly when he was so eager to introduce himself, "hi im amadeep whats your name?" except i couldnt help but replay it in my mind in slow motion, sounded like his voice was on overdrive.
As time grew I knew amadeep as a flickering light bulb... not really switched on all the time, diverting into tangents and returning to reality in a split second, he changed my mind about humans.. this creation was indeed not human but an artificial vessel embedded wth limited learning capabilities.
Oh sorry.. there is just too much to say about this young whistle.. certainly puts a smile on peoples faces, good to live in the amadeep era!
I was blown away instantly when he was so eager to introduce himself, "hi im amadeep whats your name?" except i couldnt help but replay it in my mind in slow motion, sounded like his voice was on overdrive.
As time grew I knew amadeep as a flickering light bulb... not really switched on all the time, diverting into tangents and returning to reality in a split second, he changed my mind about humans.. this creation was indeed not human but an artificial vessel embedded wth limited learning capabilities.
Oh sorry.. there is just too much to say about this young whistle.. certainly puts a smile on peoples faces, good to live in the amadeep era!
Saturday, July 11, 2009
And The Winner is... Iraq!!!!
Lately weekends have been a disappointment.. as eventful as SBS weather watch and slow as aids. A couple of weeks earlier I took upon agreeing to go to a soccer match with my mate Victor and Robo, apparently not the butter feet material this time, Fulham FC vs Melbourne Losery. Ever since the world cup soccer has inched its way up on my interest chart.
So last night was cold.. windy too, typical Melbourne weather which couldn't be helped.. but the walk to the stadium was made more pleasant by the frantic merchandise stand which were struggling to retain all the ballons that were attatched, blown away by the breeze.
The crowd was buzzing, 20 thousand supporters spread out in telstra dome made it look like 100 people. A mixture of young and old, also complimentary eye candy sparking the mood for female connection! Victor was amped! tonight was about Victor!
Fulham handed out candy and took it back then pushed Victory into a puddle and proceeded to kick mud all over.. so it was 4 - 0 Fulham.
Nearing the end of the match attention was drawn towards more pleasing aesthetics if you know what I mean..... giggity. Anyways the 90 minutes pass and we leave with a void... so as always we feel that void with food and headed to the Nandos adjacent from the stadium. We ate, as guys we often just talk about chicks.. so we did.. bunda bunda bunda... I tuned out trying to fix my fone.. it was funked..
Entering Cyberspace.........
We left Nandos and headed for club TFU. Robo was reluctant to go as he is 25 and has no time for baby shit (the teeny boopper scene) but at the line he was persuaded to stay. There wasn't a massive que, everyone huddled like penguins to fight the winter weather and soon enough we got in. In the club Robo and Victor found a comfortable spot scoping out some potential, I on the other hand went to the bar to shout Victory a potent mix of alcohol.
Slowly simping on the mix Victor twitched... giggity.. spasming you can see the life force circulating through his viens like luminous Xmas lights. He was ALiivveeEEE!!! We hit the floor bumping to the bass.. dimes left and right of us I hint to Victor "what do you think of her" the voluptuous brunette to the left of us. Suttlety (spelling?) isnt my specialty so we was sprung... she left a lingering eye and a smiled trickled down her face as she tossed her hair across her face to hide her interest.
Victor being new to the game was eager to play ball.. so I gave him a little push on his trike and walked up to her, "hey whats with the cold shoulder?" her "what cold shoulder?" me "I'm Mr X and heres my friends Victor and Robo".She was quick to introduce herself as Olivia, Victor shyed away from further convo so I stepped up the liqour. Fueled with liquid courage he left his shell in the cloak room and started sweet talking our new friend.
Talking turned into grinding.. I had to take a break and laugh in the corner, I was in hysterics! Victor had a boner!!! (serious) at this point in time Victor's alter ego was in complete control.. I could see it! I could tell the future! Victors first kiss will happen faster than I could say nenad. With the crowd bouncing wildly to the beat it was like all the disco lights united and only rained upon the new couple... it was like a sound barrier had been formed around them and only heavy panting can be heard within their space. Like a generic love scene.
She gently kisses him on the lips and Victor reciprocated with a slobbery mouth full on her face! Union was achieved! my work is done here....
and so I whistled for a cab and when it came near
the Licensplate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought now forget it, yo home to bel-air.
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby yo, home smell you later
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air.
So last night was cold.. windy too, typical Melbourne weather which couldn't be helped.. but the walk to the stadium was made more pleasant by the frantic merchandise stand which were struggling to retain all the ballons that were attatched, blown away by the breeze.
The crowd was buzzing, 20 thousand supporters spread out in telstra dome made it look like 100 people. A mixture of young and old, also complimentary eye candy sparking the mood for female connection! Victor was amped! tonight was about Victor!
Fulham handed out candy and took it back then pushed Victory into a puddle and proceeded to kick mud all over.. so it was 4 - 0 Fulham.
Nearing the end of the match attention was drawn towards more pleasing aesthetics if you know what I mean..... giggity. Anyways the 90 minutes pass and we leave with a void... so as always we feel that void with food and headed to the Nandos adjacent from the stadium. We ate, as guys we often just talk about chicks.. so we did.. bunda bunda bunda... I tuned out trying to fix my fone.. it was funked..
Entering Cyberspace.........
We left Nandos and headed for club TFU. Robo was reluctant to go as he is 25 and has no time for baby shit (the teeny boopper scene) but at the line he was persuaded to stay. There wasn't a massive que, everyone huddled like penguins to fight the winter weather and soon enough we got in. In the club Robo and Victor found a comfortable spot scoping out some potential, I on the other hand went to the bar to shout Victory a potent mix of alcohol.
Slowly simping on the mix Victor twitched... giggity.. spasming you can see the life force circulating through his viens like luminous Xmas lights. He was ALiivveeEEE!!! We hit the floor bumping to the bass.. dimes left and right of us I hint to Victor "what do you think of her" the voluptuous brunette to the left of us. Suttlety (spelling?) isnt my specialty so we was sprung... she left a lingering eye and a smiled trickled down her face as she tossed her hair across her face to hide her interest.
Victor being new to the game was eager to play ball.. so I gave him a little push on his trike and walked up to her, "hey whats with the cold shoulder?" her "what cold shoulder?" me "I'm Mr X and heres my friends Victor and Robo".She was quick to introduce herself as Olivia, Victor shyed away from further convo so I stepped up the liqour. Fueled with liquid courage he left his shell in the cloak room and started sweet talking our new friend.
Talking turned into grinding.. I had to take a break and laugh in the corner, I was in hysterics! Victor had a boner!!! (serious) at this point in time Victor's alter ego was in complete control.. I could see it! I could tell the future! Victors first kiss will happen faster than I could say nenad. With the crowd bouncing wildly to the beat it was like all the disco lights united and only rained upon the new couple... it was like a sound barrier had been formed around them and only heavy panting can be heard within their space. Like a generic love scene.
She gently kisses him on the lips and Victor reciprocated with a slobbery mouth full on her face! Union was achieved! my work is done here....
and so I whistled for a cab and when it came near
the Licensplate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought now forget it, yo home to bel-air.
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby yo, home smell you later
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
The guy
Is it paranoid to think I'm sedated? feeling relaxed and a rush of adrenaline simultaneously makes me flicker in and out of reality. The soothing melodies of trance keeps the adrenaline at bay and a instant feel of acceleration underneath me intensifies, like a gravitational pull I magnetize myself towards the infinite fall. We are falling continuously I am falling at a speed of 34mph but will never reach my final destination. Have I learned anything from my down fall? short answer yes long answer no, the practice is easier said than done. Let me learn fellatio of the gods and I will reveal my true identity, if wearing this mask isn't arousing enough maybe you should try skinning your face? down to your muscle fibers and ask yourself is this the cost of vanity?
We are all vain but the most self conscious remain silent only to be done and dusted. It is too late for those fools, they did it to themselves now they are programed to be beta. An obsolete program in this reality should be terminated. What about the sick the old and the disabled you say? why they are already dead? they are just a figment of imagination. Movement, why move when you can materialize? why ? Wouldn't it make life easier? I mean arnt we all for one less step. I mean we shouldnt even learn to walk.
Sick and tired of that guy... he calls himself the main the stream the media? He influences many sheep and get them to follow. The slaughter the wicked laughter, I am sitting under the spot light on a thin framed chair, it can be folded for compact convenience. why am i the only one sitting here? Its pretty dark like an endless abyss. Time can only exist if we count, Ive stopped counting but I still cant go back. Chronologically speaking the year is 2007 Im living in the past.
We are all vain but the most self conscious remain silent only to be done and dusted. It is too late for those fools, they did it to themselves now they are programed to be beta. An obsolete program in this reality should be terminated. What about the sick the old and the disabled you say? why they are already dead? they are just a figment of imagination. Movement, why move when you can materialize? why ? Wouldn't it make life easier? I mean arnt we all for one less step. I mean we shouldnt even learn to walk.
Sick and tired of that guy... he calls himself the main the stream the media? He influences many sheep and get them to follow. The slaughter the wicked laughter, I am sitting under the spot light on a thin framed chair, it can be folded for compact convenience. why am i the only one sitting here? Its pretty dark like an endless abyss. Time can only exist if we count, Ive stopped counting but I still cant go back. Chronologically speaking the year is 2007 Im living in the past.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Chemical Compass
A drunken fiesta a financial crisis a wayne carey this is me waking up in a dumpster filled with landmines shouting out profanity. This is a reminder to my self and my future self excluding my parallel self of a war between logic and a super fun happy slide. I confront an ocean of poison and freestyle my way towards an elusive horizon only to sink into the depths of pressure where the mind shrinks and becomes a species of Pygmy. This small minded individual scales walls to disguise his inability to walk, like spider man his kryptonite is Mary Jane, his Mary Jane is euphoria yet his demise.
Reaching the point of no return a soldier combats his fears negotiating with wicked gray matter like enemies in love the two bicker as if the bitch took everything she even took the ice cubes. Minus one ear lobe the warrior succumbs to the melodic rhythms of Hypnotic produced by the black dead Jaba. I confess my chemicals to the dying and they agree to leave this world. The void remains in the two chambers empty red and blue I longed for affection of the living, its a catch 22 and a throw 19 to live is to die and dying is living.
Reaching the point of no return a soldier combats his fears negotiating with wicked gray matter like enemies in love the two bicker as if the bitch took everything she even took the ice cubes. Minus one ear lobe the warrior succumbs to the melodic rhythms of Hypnotic produced by the black dead Jaba. I confess my chemicals to the dying and they agree to leave this world. The void remains in the two chambers empty red and blue I longed for affection of the living, its a catch 22 and a throw 19 to live is to die and dying is living.
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