Black Solitude

 Another bloody cause for hate, we - I, find, or want to find an excuse to hate.
I hate from the bottom of my heart. Such lovely hate. why should i give it up. why should i forgive.
Hate keeps my memory sharp, it reminds me of the pain caused to me an age ago.
Hate keep me going to the gym, thus driving my body to its limit.
Hate keeps aware of how little i know about the running of this world. Hate gives me hope when i see car being driven and i am walking.
Hate dont cause me heartace when i see her walk away.
Hate keeps me sane, by keeping oiled all my mental cogs.
Hate keeps me silent and in solitude, i feel blessed.
Hate keeps me sober, as i cant hate when i am drunk.

Why shouldnt i beleive in rage,  WHEN IT KEEPS MY HATE  BOILING. THE ONES I HATE, LOVE ME FOR MY HATE, AS IT KEEPS ME AWAY FROM THEM.

I HATE THE BLOODY SIGHT OF THEM, I HATE TO GO NEAR THEM, I HATE TO TALK OR EVEN SHAKE THEIR HAND, I FEEL CONTAMINATED,

mY HATE KEEPS ME IN MY BLISS AND BLACK SOLITUDE. hATE WILL SEND ME HOME ONE DAY. HATE WILL BE HOME ONE DAY. Hate so beautiful so lovely PLEASE dont leave me.

Lament howled the Wolves, One was brought back down
When he struck with none but his bolt of light
lighting all fires, blinding the night,
We rose for one
With the black veild death
and a flaming cross
At burning stakes,
by the stones at graves
Thou challanged are faith
we'r at war with thou

With hate for love and love for hate
For death by sword, the unchallenged faith.
The Taint of love that buried our souls
we break together for one.
to make war with thou

Flyiing their bloody banner of white.
with swords and axes they stood and cried...."may you all die"
None did know, their arrows fell like snow
our pierced friends , ran along; but slow.
jumping the dead, as they challenged our faith
For the raised sword, we are sworn to die

no man, nor child nor bleeding love to cry
For the raised sword, we are sworn to die
we are sworn to die
No pigs at our slaughter, our wives ran by
the death by the sword, our un challanged faith
we are at war with thou

Thou shattered our sheilds, Cleaved open our heads
Jumping our dead,the we charged at Thou
Thou's hate bore white, in a clam of our fight
The ONE danced with thou
To the unchallenged faith, to raised sword
To all dead our brother and our downed foe
Glory! death by the sword, our un challanged faith
We won our war with thou.

There is just a slight issue

i have total of 2 1/2 brains. Its a miracle i am not dead. but that dosent solve the problem nor is it the concern.

You see. one of them has gone for a walk. the other, has been romoved so it can cool down the 1/2 left behind keeps my vitals running.

The bloody problem is, the one that gone out to lunch has not returned and hes the one..." ya its a 'He, well i think it is, i dont really know that chap he been gone nearly 26 yrs now'".. ya so hes the one that took out the other one and put it away in a safe place to prevent over heating.

The half left behind is SO throughly upset that he is threating to leave home in search of the first chap to learn where is the second chap, to replace him and then bring the first one back from its excile to lunch and join them in the end...

Are we heading towards a Christian India? by
> Francois Gautier
>
> I am a westerner and a born Christian. I was mainly
> brought up in catholic schools, my uncle, Father Guy
> Gautier, a gem of a man, was the parish head of the
> beautiful Saint Jean de Montmartre church in Paris ;
> my father, Jacques Gautier, a famous artist in
> France, and a truly good person if there ever was
> one, was a fervent catholic all his life, went to
> church nearly every day and lived by his Christian
> values. There are certain concepts in Christianity I
> am proud of : charity for others, the equality of
> system in many western countries, Christ's message
> of love and compassion..
>
> Yet, I am a little uneasy when I see how much
> Christianity is taking over India under the reign of
> Sonia Gandhi : according to a 2001 census, there are
> about 2.34 million Christians in India ; not even
> 2,5% of the nation, a negligible amount. Yet there
> are today five Christian chief ministers in
> Nagaland, Mizoram, Meghalaya, Kerala and Andhra
> Pradesh.
>
> One should add that the majority of politicians in
> Sonia Gandhi's closed circle are either Christians
> or Muslims. She seems to have no confidence in
> Hindus.Ambika Soni, a Christian, is General
> Secretary of the Congress and a very powerful
> person, with close access to Sonia Gandhi. Oscar
> Fernandes is Union Programme Implementation
> Minister. Margaret Alwa is the eminence grise of
> Maharasthra. Karnataka is virtually controlled by AK
> Anthony, whose secretaries are all from the Southern
> Christian association. Valson Thampu, a Hindu hater,
> is Chairman NCERT curriculum Review Committee, John
> Dayal, another known Hindu baiter, has been named by
> Sonia Gandhi in the National Integration Council ;
> and Kancha Ilaya, who hates Hindus, is being allowed
> by the Indian Government to lobby with the UN and US
> Congress so that caste discrimination in India is
> taken-up by these bodies.
>
> I have nothing personnally against

The melody of eastern good faith drifts in.
Blessed our player feels, the curses, the sins, all begin to wash.
Unseen the devil prances, and orders his orchestra to begin.
Cords of the dead and, Cords of the living faithless are played.
Singing of songs and irregularity of dance then blend in.
The Faithless get to their feet.
Happy happy happy, Unseen our player breaks a smile.
Unseen the Devil still Prances.
Unseen the sound of music fill his mind.
The broken smile, now, just a passed phase. Stopping at a grin.
"Vivid Multi colored Murals of galloping horses, and flaming maidens in White satin Gowns. Dragons and Axes making up the armies in the sky beyond. “All painted by the prancing Devil.
Our players is still grinning
Music or noise, a dance or war, unconcerned the digging begins.
Still prancing, the thunderstorms blaze through the Murals.
Drenched maidens now seen in the pink light of lust, and wild Laughter.
The Laughter finally bubbles out of his lips
Giving in. Falling in 6 feet of water.
Our player lies laughing, now prancing with the Devil.

Marbles - Rambling on. and on. and on

Just another stream of unrelated topics strung together in the 99% unused part of this thing called my brain, read on

HA yes :-) i am loosing my marbles here Why IDONT KNOW. "but i know" That what the marble doctor says to me...
So i say " i says" marbles what marbles"

Then he say, he says , "the lil round glass thing, the one that kids though on the floor sending their parents crashing to the floor. the ones that kids stick up their noses or swallow. those lil glass balls you know....? well that the picture that i am trying to make you uderstand Mr. Harsha...

So, i look at him ya, i look at him totally glassy eyed ya, all spaced n i mumble under my breath ya,, i mumbless n says " marbles warbles what ever they are you have surly lost yours'

So then he says ya, he says" Mr Harsha you have to find your marbles ya, you have to find them and put them back ya,
So i am now looking for those ruddy marbles ya,

So if You run across any of those things ya, you lemme know yes, you lemme know... i just wish i knew what they were.

Thank you Regrads
Harsha

For those BATS who have forgotten the wealth of knowledge embedded in the movie.

Add more in the quotes as you guys remember.. down in the comments..Awesome

Let's give the boy a lift.
What? No. We can't stop here. This is bat country.

Raoul Duke:
Holy Jesus. What are these goddamn animals?

Mother of God, there I am!

You can turn your back on a person, but, never turn your back on a drug. Especially when it's waving a razor-sharp hunting knife in your eye.

With a bit of luck, his life was ruined forever. Always thinking that just behind some narrow door in all of his favorite bars, men in red woolen shirts are getting incredible kicks from things he'll never know.

Bazooko's Circus is what the world would be doing every Saturday night if the Nazis had won the war. This was the Sixth Reich.

Look, there's two women fucking a polar bear

Dr. Gonzo
You drive. You drive. I think there's something wrong with me.

Oh my god... there's someone at the door. There's someone at the door!

Ahh! Ahh! I'm innocent! It was Duke! It was Duke!
Ahh! Ahh! Don't put that thing on me! Aaah! Aaah! Aaah

a mundane existance..
a dwindled form of snuffed out life.
a life of no meaning. a life of existance.
a life of dream,
a life of wanting to stop, wont life stop working,
a god who wants the good first,
an earth that is racial.

all condemmed they are, are they? or is not their fault they dream of battlefields of death and forgotten glory, while they toil as a part of the millions, making no difference.
They fall, they will fall, but none notice. None Will notice. none but one. just One

Tarzan Swings
Tarzan falls
Tarzn breaks his mighty balls,
Tarzan say " i dont care,
god will giveme another pair"
God says " sorry son I dont have a spare pair.

Yess this one kept me laughing when i was a kid .. It kinda surfaced from the folds of grey matter, on seeing a girl dress in a pink leaf dress.

well its a wonder i got this pic.... got it off the office cam.. Tarzan is actually taking a pic of the mirror for officil use...

siddharth: Choose life.
Choose a job.
Choose a carrer.
Choose a family.
Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and eletrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance.
Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments.
Choose a started home.
Choose yor friends.
Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in arage of fucking fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch whatching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing games shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rooting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.