last night i had a dream,
nothing was just what it seemed,
I was like a lonely star in the field of sky,
& in my mind there was nowhere to hide!!!
I looked around,
found that i had no ground,
raised my voice up & down
but it just faded in a dark hole,
leavin no doubts that i am the loneliest soul,
in my mind....
came a knock on the door,
askin me why am I always lookin for more,
cared alot about what they say!!,
now i dont own myself anymore!!,
suddenly the dark started to swallow me,
tried to run or fight,
but...it was just the way it was supposed to be,
hey wake up.....that was the dark callin me,
now i am lost & all i ne
Offices are like a tree filled with monkees. From the top looking down, all you see are smiling faces, but from the bottom looking up, all you see are assholes.
You are now marked on my visitor map!
:star: :star: These times always comes !!!
written by David Benioff
(Monty walks into the bathroom. He looks in the mirror. In the bottom corner, someone's written Fuck You!)
Monty: Yeah, fuck you, too.
Monty's Reflection: Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it.
Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back.
Fuck squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job!
Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores and stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. Slow the