Sometimes it seems to me that the road to understanding is paved with a lot of.... misunderstandings.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Sour Grapes
I poured us a drink and raised the glass to us.
As i brought it back to my mouth, it was miraculously empty.
Who stole my toast?
Who drank my glory?
The clinking of the crystal glasses was deafening music in my ears.
I did not sulk.
I licked your lips for a taste in content......
* Originally Posted on Tuesday, April 27, 2006
As i brought it back to my mouth, it was miraculously empty.
Who stole my toast?
Who drank my glory?
The clinking of the crystal glasses was deafening music in my ears.
I did not sulk.
I licked your lips for a taste in content......
* Originally Posted on Tuesday, April 27, 2006
Labels: Tales Of The Butterfly
Monday, May 05, 2008
This is not Maxxed. This is "The Superiority".
The Superiority is back
I am talking to you.
Now feel privileged and bow.
I took over this blog. I took over the world. The World is mine. you are mine. Its all mine.
Mine alone. I own you. I control you. I am provoking you now, aren't I?
Purple is the color of royalty. I am royalty.
Yellow is the color of imbeciles. you do the maths.
وأم اللي مش عاجبو
The Superiority is back
I am talking to you.
Now feel privileged and bow.
I took over this blog. I took over the world. The World is mine. you are mine. Its all mine.
Mine alone. I own you. I control you. I am provoking you now, aren't I?
Purple is the color of royalty. I am royalty.
Yellow is the color of imbeciles. you do the maths.
وأم اللي مش عاجبو
Labels: The Superiority
Monday, April 28, 2008
I vs. I
The solitary man only truly exists in a thought of his own creation.
His monochrome world of inflexibility and unyielding mental shortcomings usually takes a hefty toll on his hungry heart.
Sometimes, a special someone steps into his retreat with a new thought that brings him warmth and a sense of companionship, of living.
A new-found taste for colors.
And for a while he ceases to perceive only in terms of "I".
And he's no longer alone at heart.
But try to take the solitude out of his mind, that would be like trying to take the black out of the crow.....
His monochrome world of inflexibility and unyielding mental shortcomings usually takes a hefty toll on his hungry heart.
Sometimes, a special someone steps into his retreat with a new thought that brings him warmth and a sense of companionship, of living.
A new-found taste for colors.
And for a while he ceases to perceive only in terms of "I".
And he's no longer alone at heart.
But try to take the solitude out of his mind, that would be like trying to take the black out of the crow.....
Labels: Tales Of The Butterfly