Thursday, November 10, 2005

Messenger of Processed Insanity

My mind is dark and in hell
Fed by worms and an anathema spell
Hear the sounds of eerie voices which slowly fade
Into a deafening silence as they bruise me with a razorsharp blade

Gallop on this four winged horse with a red horn
Icy wind, in the southern skies I’ll ride till morn
Seven shades of dust covers my gray eyes
Another dying prey, I feel no more surprise

There is only death and danger
In this prison to which I surrender
A playground of an illusive sky
No one plays , they only die

A raging thunder, a terrifying scream
An Electric madness, a lava stream
Kill these worms, my senses blur
How I’ve longed for a messenger

Monday, November 07, 2005

Enter Life version 0.05

I like to walk the streets
Until I get lost
With an unshaved skin
And an empty bag
I like to drive
With slight carelessness
Backwards in a fog
Forward when the sign shows red
I like to study faces
In a shopping mall
Live my life as shattered
As a brick in a broken wall

I have lost
Everyone I have loved
I have dropped
Everything that was real
But here I come
Looking for a another chance
One final stand
Please come see me off.

30 GB up in smoke!

If you lose your money
Then you have lost nothing

If you lose your health
Then you have lost something

If you lose your character
Then you have lost everything

But if you lose 30 GB of hard disk space
Then you fucking lose 30 GB OF HARD DISK SPACE

Dear Siddhharth Adelkar
Sell me your imagination
I aint gonna pay shit
Cause you owe me 30 GB

Damn PowerQuest Partition Magic
A new name for that sucker should be
CheapQuest Partition Spell.