amour amour

Monday, January 23, 2006

- 2:37 pm

dearest santa,

i know im late. very late. i know youve probably cooked and eaten rudolph by now but im sure you could hump another reindeer and make another rudolph just like you do every year. besides you could do with losing some weight you old fatty you. and as mao zedong would say "shake that fat arse, bitch!"

it had better not rain today. it had better bloody not rain today. i havent played football in ages (ages = 2 weeks). in fact im not happy at all; most people arent when their mp3 players, swiss army knives and new bloody givenchy cologne go missing. i half suspect the sister sold the shite; its either that or they decided to be communist and got exiled much like my uncle.

smack the storm
and kiss the wind
and then your left
taub sturm und blind

its pretty shite the way the vatican are doing away with the concept of limbo- limbo being that place all non baptised babies go when they die. something to do with high infant mortality rates in asia and africa, and making the religion more appealing to those people. well way to go. i mean why go through the whole process of encouraging safe sex or abstinence when you can simply reshuffle the workings of the underworld? good ol popey. i always figured ratzinger had a thing for the whole reproduction process. probably explains the two little boys chained to his bedpost. thats the church; thats the steeple, heres the door- lets move on people.

it occured to me yesterday that my sister looks like a monkey. i wouldnt be surprised to see her hurling faeces at her friends with a banana in the other hand. yes dear sister who wanted to see how long she could go without bathing until i locked her in the toilet.

i been sittin around starbucks, playin pool and then sharin smirnoffs with the park people down at the drunk park, learnin the guitar (SHARMS GONNA PASS ME AN ELECTRIC GUITAR SOON) and listenin to the new rammstein album (rosenrot) the past few days; and then the principal asked to see me as usual; then sital left for melbourne yesterday for a year and i had a very strange dream last night which has proven itself stunningly accurate. anyways lifestyle bash on the 11th - good shite. sound aiite? get in touch with max. and im going so you all had better come too.

bein back in class do be good shite. meetin them 1d people and after such a long time (oh so very long) engaging in a bit of class politics. not just a bit actually. a full blown impeachment. speaking of classmates by the way, stally babys done it again. i dont mean to be graphic or rude but here goes; bhavan james and i saw stallone come out of a toilet cubicle. knowing that he somehow splattered crap all over the toilet last year, we being the action heroes we are kicked open the cubicle door for fun not realising that there actually were a couple a presents left behind. we fled screaming until a teacher came out and went all "is everything okay?" and scolded old bhavan. dude. the guys 18 and still cant shite without the aid of a bloody funnel.

anyways tonights the night. midnight tonight will see liverpool begin the overhaul of manchester united and slap the taste from the goat kissing mouths. stupid kanina motherfucking manchester united chee bai bastards go and fucking die. yes i know that was very vulgar and immature but i guess its okay to show the 10 year old part of me (he learnt it all in primary 3 by the way. good on you, henry park.).

so yeah. thats the weekly roundup (and then some), so from the father, son and holy host (that would be me), ciao for now.

P.S. since we're being all holy and shite, enjoy this poem i wrote some time ago.

hallelujah

your supposed to be dead
now get out of my head
i dont believe in him
i dont want to be worked by him
i dont want to be held by him
i am the greatest sinner
sin
hallelujah
for lack of being
though his will be done
there is no kingdom come
neither in heaven
nor on earth
the greatest sinner was i
blood drops from my lips
as words drenched in unholy water
when nothing is holy
then those lives are a lie
they are all dead
not like i
sin
hallelujah
i am a sinner
i am privy to his will
i grow cold and wearisome
my heart stays still
we were the sinners
we lived not till
we firmly believed
in his damned will
his will be done
yet no kingdom come
neither in heaven
nor on earth
i am a sinner
the greatest sin was i
hallelujah
i hold before me
buried in grief
a deepening sense
of disbelief
its written in blood
all over the sky
buried in mud
unable to die
thrice before the number seven
deliver me now
away from heaven
i dont believe
i am a sinner
so come as we grieve
come watch me fall
come as i call
come as i call
watch as we die
watch as we try
im supposed to be dead
get out of my head
held in good stead
get out of my head
there never was
his kingdom come
they live their lies
like they would their lives
and then they die
and realise
what never was
and then they cry

cold bears down
upon us all
the sleeping kings crown
is about to fall

the seconds pass
ever so slowly
what never was
makes us so lonely

what never was
what never will
lost is the cause
time now stays still

nothing now moves
church bells ring
now you are dead
my winter fling

you are starting to melt
and then you will die
i stand and laugh
as winters fingers
pull away
from the ground
the snow we flay
like flesh from a wound
and then is gone
no longer bound
by earthly means
and never found
there is nobody
there never was
and nothing is sought
no will is wrought
there is no kingdom come
not in heaven
neither on earth
i am the greatest sinner
and a sin am i
sin;sin;sin

hallelujah

shite. i forgot to ask you for anything. nevermind.

fin