Dissolved Girl
In 2071 in the universe... The bounty hunters, who are gathering in the spaceship "BEBOP", will play freely without fear of risky things. they must create new dreams and films by breaking traditional styles. The work which becomes a new genre itself will be called...Cowboy Bebop
środa, listopada 28, 2007
piątek, listopada 23, 2007
Naughty girl's skittishness. With 'em Thailand, spruce,vogue-whizz homosexual freakslaves on a charcoal leash. Weld control wit' my haughty self.
środa, listopada 21, 2007
It goes something like this. SCTP.
Have now at around, don't even want to check it out, cos of the multitude of time, anyway, have got, 3 n a half of an hour left to waist. Waist, cos dunno what to do, it's to cold to go outside n rummage in shops, additionally, have no will to knock about in stinky buses, back n forth. Because if I go back in the direction of the trainstation, then it's obvious and clear that I AM going home, hate the feeling of comming back there/here again, only to watse some more time. By the way, like another keyboard. I shall become a wisewoman in the field of cinematic events n any other, even more suprissng phenomena. Lucky me. Pity, that it's unlikely I go with a double decker train. FAncy it so much. Lika Carnivale sort of way. Aaa..I was just about to forget, but not. My so called, till that time "lovely, charming n so on" boy literally pissed me off. Just like that. Don't want to prolongate any disscussion. So, I'm left alone doin nuttin, as a supposed resul of either a mistake, or faked excuse, or a ruse. How a great singer of his times sang "ow, I think I smell a rat" n so on, a double of times. If he searched of any indication of my offence, in the intranet, descriptions or others, I'd permit myself to execute him.
Well, at least some gorgeous students, don't know the year, will provide some entertainment to me. No one's here with me in this huge room full of one eyed rhinos, am bored n long to go home.
poniedziałek, listopada 19, 2007
Defiant whiz bang.
I have no idea what's going on. And to my biggest suprise, my single problem I have to somehow deal with, is to cause somebody's attention. So, back to the main clause, I'm helpless, cos neither everybody's ignoring me, nor don't like me? Well, that's a v. disastrous and vacuous thoughtt I could have ever though! That's right. I know a man needs some rest, but how can I enjoy my peace n silence when it lasts so long and... and... I've forgotten. Yay, cos of the internet bringing about to a self destructive mood, when wanting to kill everything around when it quits withouut mercy. As I briefed already my fellow about a fact, the opposites atract 'em refined selves and therefore [think, my next fav. word], to intrduce things closer, matters which have been in my discontent for some time, as the grind began, are insistently catching up to count to my favs. Discovered insolent dissapearing of 'em words in my tremendous dictionary, as it'dn't have been too small .
Sort of blather, but these days, you know it's hard to find a soulmate. Gon spent a lot of time in celadon kidney rooms, sipping coffay, remembering the greatest teacher n selfly pounding into oblivion while sinkin in a suede loose covered, upscale chesterfiled.
sobota, listopada 17, 2007
Do you feel lucky? I'm not. Tomorrow's another day. So maybe tomorrow....
I want to be forgotten,
and I don't want to be reminded.
You say "please don't make this harder."
No, I won't yet.
I wanna be beside her.
She wanna be admired.
You say "please don't make this harder."
No, I won't yet.
Oh dear, is it really all true?
Did they offend us and they
want it to sound new?
Top ten ideas for countdown shows...
Whose culture is this and does anybody know?
I wait and tell myself "life ain't chess,"
But no one comes in and yes, you're alone...
You don't miss me, I know.
Oh Tennessee, what did you write?
I come together in the middle of the night.
Oh that's an ending that I can't write, 'cause
I've got you to let me down.
niedziela, listopada 04, 2007
All alone.
Sucks. N she ain't that nice as the impression of those many years would indicate. Is there any soulmate for me? Well, over the top excess trial? Too much of that already. Maybe someday, maybe you. From the adoration to uttery. Solely n only. Whats more? Nuttin, excerpt another dozens of words to learn, to create megabytes of sentences. So it's time for the ever stray strollin rollin stone.




