His Holy Kung-fuiness says..

Yesterday is history, tommorow is a mystery, but today is a gift... thats why it's called the present.
- Master Ooguey

Makeover..

This blog needs a makeover.. me n ash were jus discussin an ideal blog name... all sortsa stuff from im*dash*.com to iforgotthenameofmysite.com ... an then we finally realized that ywesaywhatwesay.com is *dash* enuf. Jus got a new applet on the sidebar which actually allows u to blog from ur desktop... no wonder im bloggin now. Y do u think i wud be randomly bloggin.. unless i was *dash*.. yea thats a possibility.. i mean which sadass wud blog his way to death wen he has underwear washin nd a mechanics assignment pending.. sigh.. jus shows the extent of my *dash*... sigh.. ok before i sign off and stop trublin u with my *dash*.. ok i forgot what i was gonna say... fuck... this *dash* is gettin to me..
tc.. chow.. peace out..

P.S. jus in case ur wonderin

1. *dash* = *bore* in all tenses and whatever

2. whoever read this blog to get this part must be totally *dash*.. jus like me.. so i advice u to text me..

3. hi to all my ancient blog friends.. haven been able to check ur blogs for a while..

4. don expect any more philosophical stuff on my blog... *dash* is officially gonna be my most used word..

5. and now before i spread this *dash* fever... goodnight.

Passion's Killing Floor...

Damn.... its been ages since i posted :D ... don have regular access to da net so hey! don blame me.... anyway.. don have much time... but i wanted to post this reli reli reli reli reli awesome song.... its by a band called H.I.M .... and its PURE EVIL!!! :D :D :D

It's poetry carved in flesh
It's beautiful hell with us.
To the deadly sin we confess
(And tears of joy fill our eyes)

We are safe with this bigotries
My out there prophecies of doom

My heart's a graveyard baby
And to evil we make love
On our passion's killing floor
In my arms you wont sleep safely
And of lust we are re-born.
On our passion's killing floor.

At the first kiss the seeds
of hatred are sown
Back into darkness we flee
To tear our hearts out.

We are saved where all fates fail
The light inside of our tomb.

My heart's a graveyard baby
And to evil we make love
On our passion's killing floor
In my arms you wont sleep safely
And of lust we are re-born.
On our passion's killing floor

My heart's a graveyard baby
And to evil we make love
On our passion's killing floor
In my arms you wont sleep safely
And of lust we are reborn
On our passion's killing floor

(My heart's a graveyard baby)
Ooohhh my heart's a graveyard baby
On our passion's killing floor
(In my arms you wont sleep safely)
And to evil we make love
On our passion's killing floor
Forever more.
These lies.