Fierce Upheaval and the Confrontation of Kilos
Yup these words spells it all in abbreviation, that is.
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Wednesday, November 29, 2006
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[MFEO] Committed to the cause. Committed to the heart.*This is how it feels like when brand new sensations are experienced, and you no longer want to stop.*Times like these make us realise that satisfaction is always shortlived.*The skies are at it again; Taunting bloodthirsty daredevils to a fight for momentary glory*Skeptism is the frequent scuntiny of the nose for fear of unsightly remnants from an adventurous gold-mining experience*Uncertainty is the suspicious soreness beneath the button of the nose that leaves one thinking about the eruption of Mt. Krakatoa*Before insanity tears at the seam of self control*Alleviating tensions elevating within*Wind chime and wind line and so they rhyme just so for us to whine, hope you dont mind.*Time to wine and dine in the year of the swine.*If only theres one thing that matters which is to be happy*if only life felt like the warm sand that buries my feet and the ocean lapping up the shorelines*Filling up bolsters with fluffy little pre 25-ish cottons of youth*Bolstering the impact of the imminent [post 25-ish melodrama]*These seconds taught us to cherish every moment and not let it slip by*These past years taught us to grow up fast*Making out patterns like a lost cat searching its way home*Dispelling Disturbing Diagnostic Digression in a disastrous discourse*What a bunch of nonsense*Culminating Vengeance for the withering innocence of adolescence*when angst and frustration pales in comparison to agro riding*Suspecting a growing addiction to december-ticipation*An absolute trade-off*Shes dispenses a dollar worth of pride and he returns a cent worth of caustic venom*A precarious struggle for moderation or A thinning line of contrast between extremes?*Infantile Dormancy or Latent Potency?*All she could hear was her pounding heart that resounded to the mention of his name.*They say his ways are of a maverick::He claims he abides to his own moral resolutions*Till we drop our armours and lay down our tired bodies. The fight ensues.*Crashing against waves of adversity only feeds your bloodthirst for a breakthrough*Living is believing; wishing is deceiving*An ode to the girl with a nose stud who sells bags and dons a pair of red emo specs*And we shall nurse this immense bleeding with successive blasts of speed admist the storm*The sky heaves a stormy sigh before it bleeds the sea sparkingly clear.*Wage a war against patronising thoughts and actions*A Pinnacle of contemplation no more*A_ST_AL_A*A misconstrued idea of hospitality--"So where the bloody hell are you?" Guess the place*A nation is experiencing changes while the clock is ticking down to 6th May*Tis' a season of politicking; Electioneering...the time is nearing*N we dont address our insatiable appetite for beauty*Sharpening & polishing swtich blades for a classy showdown*Memories breaking into fragments like paper shreddings**Have you been listening?*It was created to inspire the liberation of entraped souls*These words only exist cos the illusive fear reigns control over us*Words that strike like Chisels and mallets sculpturing a destructive figure we all call fear*A nondescript identity amidst familiar billboard names*Fighting spirit } Can confidence be restored?*What kind of harvest will this farmer reap from his sows of sacrificial seeds*Resorting to Sacrificial devices to avert more sacrifices*Lies and Disgust packed into a tiny pellet; poised to relinquish its power of darkness*The rights to freedom lies in this gun barrel*It stings as much as it stinks with the filth unveiled below that pretty mask of disguise*When perfection manifests in a repulsive world*manifestation of human nature; havocs of nature*Starvation of pleasures breeds perversity*Truth exposed under the glare of public scruntiny*A layer of concealer, A layer of deceit*[sealed lips and round hips cash no chips][Sweet nite][Good dreams][out of tune]*the day has ended with a promise of a cheery tomorrow [mo cushle]*//bones and ashes are what's left of me//nothing's gained nothing's lost*As time peels away the shroud of memories*//What does it look like to unscramble a jigsaw of fate//As Knowledge fills up the vacant vessel of ignorance//*An emptiness destined to be filled *//Preachings of a new-age society//Jokes of the century//*Meticulous trimming around the cuticles within cubicles beats waxing lyrical about something critical*a facet of fault lines we traced along in search of solace that is seemingly inexistent*Crumbling is the inherent fate bestowed upon these walls of faith*one for sorrow; two for joy*2 steps shy from the edge of reality*How long does it take to etch away the memories stained on my defenseless heart?*How long does it take to stratch out a souvenir on ur defensive heart?*Mowing down the walls of limit::IMpossible?Yes, I'm Possible*Hit the sea::hit on ecstasy*pulling out strands entwined like a ball::futile yet hopelessly hopeful*existence lies beyond resistance in consistence*Being emphatic on pointless issues makes u apathetic of major affairs*More empathy less apathy@@An uprising u shldnt be missing-->ITWA*they brandish swords of tenacity & evil forcing us to stand in meek with one another; shuddering in FEAR*We can hide in the shadows but we cant hide fear*But this ashtray of pixie dust leaves an ugly scent tt lingers in the air*You can incinerate the memories and scorn at the ashes*But we were betrayed by time and now our lives are bookmarked with scars & memories*We were destined to build chapters in each other's life*Hand him your innocence and bid goodbye to your fairytale life*Sinister is a remiser we trade consistently with*A bad record for sowing discord *Sirens in haven like slaughtered cattles in pain*A beautiful mismatch only for the insane*Seclusion | Malfunction | Destination*Its a Love & Hate r/s with solitude*A glimpse behind shades of monotony reveals an array of colours*Moral decadence fuelled by Mental sustenance*Painting agony on shards of glass with a palette full of blood*When emotions distills on the window panes in the heat of angst*Cut the pretence | Savour the suspense | Salvage the romance*Shear not my perforrated heart | my pretence worn | thy suspense torn*Dont miss the stop sign & risk swerving into regrets*Erasing the line that defines you and me*Slow dance at the break of twilight where reality sleeps & mystery takes over*From foreground to background,it is such a letdown.Bring forth the meltdown.Tow in the mould now*And we can all swear by thy Anti Consumer pledge for life is rife with commercialism*Days when breeze gave leafs butterfly wings to dance in merry swings*Wipe ur slate clean | My blade is grim | Your blood is full of sin*A thin film of rationality flows between the parallels of Passion & Obsession*Grappling the remains of my sleeve where my heart is worn*Tracing the lines on my palm feels like i'm tracing away a fog of memories*If honesty kills, i hope im inflicting pain on you*Its the Inherent Thread of fate designed to bind & weave the fabric of life intrinsically*Best deceptions ][ Worst intentions ][ Ugly reflections*Defending a fort of hopes from an army of negative thoughts*A call for mutiny in the desire for liberty | forging unity*Unleashing demons & gargoyles with each bolts of cough*Friendship was forged in comfy winds, under a blistering sun, on the waters of Seletar*A feeling is wearing thin | A heart has sunken in*Can I Live in your diary painted with colours of joy?*A stare so intense, transfixed and searing through the depths of mystery that envelops the [PLAYER]*Preservation of thoughts and dreams | They evaporate with each passing day*Peering thru the barrel of your gun reveals the lies you loaded for me*Enemies spell the End of Me | Daily fix is futile*Traipsing along the precarious edge that segregates reality from fantasy*Its a sealed envelope of thoughts behind those starry eyes*Too Sultry, my heart melts | Blazing in a furnace of anxiety | The wait ensues*A figment of Imagination spun off from a fateful encounter | A fabricated Obessesion or Not?*Shedding weathered skins | Burning Wreaked Dreams | Building Hopes on ashes*Bullets Ricocheting | Memories bleeding into one another*a 4-day hiatus from suffocation*A dipstick rendered useless for a shallow vessel::my heart is empty*Refurbishing thy heart to house thy soul*Days like these you wish you never existed*A 1-way ticket@@drifting to oblivion*A silent resignation to social conformity*emo charged trading scars for memories*cough out your frustration & spit it out in a 4 letter word*Of Emos Goths & Punks@@Neither Heros Nor Zeroes*monotony killed creativity|Originality left to mourn*Lackluster creations for Creative destructions*When fate rubs shoulder SHYness*You brought me the bullets I delivered the shots*Spun out & left in a daze-an impressionable voyeur--lost in a mind maze*The harder i push, The further i fall*Karma Police Nab the Killer in Me*Just acting out a self-directed technicolour melo-drama; Wheres the audience?*If life were a beautiful palette I'd paint my body with tatoos till all my skin's gone*Whats your fashion?My heart is worn on my sleeves Its branded BONA FIDE*Comprehending The-Slit-Wrist-Theory*Been trippin' 2 Fall harder each time Cant u see my callous heart*Unravelling your weather patterns, understanding mine*22 years of singlehood and running, are you in this race with me
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