- Author: kissfendi
- Filed under: Politics
- Date: Nov 30,2005
Politics became an obvious hot business!
Shameful truth is still the only hard accepted fact~ n
For me, this place has turned into a black melting pot of unwanted fashion as a so called Business politics. Why would I become a well dressed businessman hiding in a lie detector suit if I know how good and passionate they are in their deceitful cause?
WTF! Burn those Government officials who know nothing than just lying!
The cocking of the chickens woke me up this morning I dragged myself out of bed to smell the instant coffee as again morning started with its usual routine,. Sun goes up dews on the grass blade, the morning breeze started to echo and the cracking of branches from the mango trees were at peace… I have left my bad thoughts somewhere in dream. The deepness of the night took my worries and blahs of the day but then still not a brand new day awaits for me but just a restoration of what was life yesterday… nothing much to expect because life is business as usual. What’s the difference between the cocking of the chickens in the morning and the cocking in the next day?
Nothing new to life!
Thoughts- time- aging process-smell of the coffee- the Dews on the grass blades-the motorists on the highway-the mud after that heavy rain-the clothes I wear-a newborn baby-my patient is dying-sharpening of pencils at the office-the warmongers-greengrocers-the same handbag-toe nails are growing-same neighbors-my toothpaste would never taste baby metal-missing over someone-the talking on the phones-the same old songs on the radio-the snakes still hiss-my dog doesn’t quack-preaching of beliefs-! Dishonesty- courtesy- Nuns got pregnant- heist and Bank robbery-cigarette butts-the taste of beer-
Life is running out of excitements. If you go fun riding you still take the same loops. Turn and twist! Nothing much to see as donut has the same round whole!
What else more exciting in life?
What else more to see?
What is that something that can make a difference?
- Author: kissfendi
- Filed under: Blues
- Date: Nov 28,2005
Here I go again! Let’s talk about Blahs and Blahs in life and all the bitching and cunting!
Where do I start? Let’s try to trace where the original Blah came from…
It is just a big lie or just a simple fat talk? One person might disagree or a bunch of pine head oppose. Ah! Actually I don’t really know what I am talking. But the things that I want you to know that this is my own Blah!
I don’t want to mention the word hate as again and again as I have always said it. Even I got too tired of it.
I just don’t like being here anymore and getting too tied of cliché. I believe I deserve better than being stuck in the mad without a buffalo that can pull me up. So why the fucking hell people cant understand that? Ah! Mr. Fendi is complaining now! Yes, because I have the right to complain and to cunt! That being here is not easy and that I didn’t choose, it just happened that this is one of the requirements of my so call Blah “Destiny”? I have to put query on that matter. Yes, Let the Blah prevail that Fendi is outrageously discontented of which shoe he’s wearing and shirt he’s in!
How can I own an airline company too soon if I don’t eat mud from the ditch bitch?
- Author: kissfendi
- Filed under: Uncut
- Date: Nov 27,2005
To write upon nothing
Write come on write, dictation and oration have gone far away.
They left with conscience. Gone are the times.
Come write on and on. Write of something.
Differences are obvious and decision becomes an obligation.
My scarf is just a thing left on my neck; Chloe and Bernard are the same things?
I have missed the things yesterday many things.
One man vanished into thin air and men coming into my spoon.
Friends in
Bangkok
and in
Japan
have had sex at the Mall?
I don’t know their names and I hate to mention.
What? When was the last time I have had coffee in my throat? I guess Fruit flavored milk occupied my snout! Oh! This is one way of letting out emotion. I am just reading SMS while I am writing this? Can you do that?
Where is Chloe where is Bobay? Beck is having a one-woman show?
The next time I see someone coming into my spoon I would stick my fork into his sole!
- Author: kissfendi
- Filed under: We.Blogs
- Date: Nov 25,2005
Not a secret must prevail by faith!
No secret at all! My hair is getting somewhere down my buttless butt though its sexy appearance crushed a thousand planes. No mimicking of what is the cliché?
How do I spell that? I am getting moron and moron each day. My mind has been so numb since I came home I can’t even recognize which is Z and S. Not a typo error, my friends have been missing me over my blogs, The last time I spotted deer smile on their chicks was the last time I had my wisdom tooth pulled!
Just in my dreams…
Worms are getting around me! My fears are so sarcastic that they appear by jet in dreams crawling stowing my lungs! I woke up with a severe chest pain I might have swallowed the 166 cig butts last night… I miss old friends new ones are just on the Egyptian ruins they stand in pyramid and me towering over them, ;looking at them how they crawl and suck each other’s tail and swallow mucosa.
It’s a frightening idea that i myself never been into writing, No forgiveness, my deeds are indeed idiotic and act if selfishness.
I never thought I could ever do this! Christmas is fast coming for everyone but not to me! Again the space of doom is all about me!