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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.....


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posted by Maxxed`ouT at 3:22 PM | Permalink | 3 comments links to this post
Sunday, April 13, 2008
محاشى
مزكوم
مش عارف أشم أى حاجه
باكل محشى
مش حاسس بطعمه خالص
بس أنا فاكر ان طعمه لذيذ
و انى باحبه أوى
فباكل كتير
و أعمل أصوات

يام يام يام

بأمتل انى مستمتع
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Thursday, April 10, 2008
In Black Ink
When i write i use black ink, because it's subtle, unassuming, rational and mundanely -yet evidently- substantial.
However, when i open my mouth to speak, my words are a completely different story.
Needy.
Clumsy.
Unkind and uncouth (Look it up. I know you want to.).

So i hereby wish i could exclusively communicate in post-its.
Small square yellow post-its, adorned with black ink.
I'd hand her a post-it, with a piece of my mind.
I'd slave to come up with original elaborate ways for the most basic of them feelings.
But i'd fail miserably, cause i guess someone, somewhere, at some point, have said it all.
And she had felt it all before. And more.
So while being sincere may be my thing, being novel remains a rare commodity.
Therefore, my post-its would always come stripped to the core, but drenched to the bone.
A very simple man, i am. Pathetic really.

Reading:
"i need"
"i do"
"i wish"
"i am"
"i miss"
"i hope"
"i regret"
"i fear"
"i melt"
"i apologize"
"i dream"
and on a good day, "i love".

And i'd mean them.
Cause in a way that's not just what love has made out of me.
But it's also what i've made out of love.
Those perfect eligible two-words sentences.
They go round and round and round.
Perpetually.
And there's no escaping. No, there isn't.

But is it really possible to write about love in black ink?

Anyways.
She'd always have one reply:
"Feel me."

Well i do. But do you?

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posted by Maxxed`ouT at 10:03 PM | Permalink | 5 comments links to this post
This is NOT maxxed. This is a person who is way cooler than maxxed.
This is my first post, This a mighty post, a powerful post, a divine post. The strongest of all posts.
Do you know why?
I am sure you are wondering why
But you will not be granted such a blessing.

Written by: The Superiority.

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