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you're the sugar and i'm the spice,
put us together, that'll be nice.

roses are dead, violets just bloomed
sulfur is sweet, and so are you.

row row row the boat, roughly down the street
hurriedly hurriedly hurriedly, life is just a dream.

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it is all over.
nothing really happened.
quite frankly, i don't know if it really had a beginning.
i don't have a clue how something ends without knowing how it starts.
but i'm convinced that it is all over.

why?
i don't know.
the signs?
what signs?
turn the light on..
why?
stop asking. just turn the light on.
there. happy?
the signs?
what the f*ck are you talking about?
can't you see the signs?
we're in my goddamn room, what signs?
look through the window. what do you see.
trees, grass, pavement, cars, cement.. what now?
i'm just messing with you.
what?!?
you're an idiot. you listen to me too much.
i'm gonna kill you!
hey,chill.. look at yourself, do yourself a favor and use your brain once in a while.
why did you make a fool of me.
realize this, believe in what you believe.
people tend to sound 'smart' but its all up to you if you want to believe all their crap or try to understand it for yourself.

weblog -- we blog
its about the people.
people blog. people make a name for themselves here through desinging layouts or by writing 'nice stuff'.
but why be so self centered? why make a name for yourself. everytime i blog, i get a quick glimpse of someone's life. may it be as shallow as the food eaten or issues about the oil/fare price hike. why all about yourself? what about the people who read it? if not for my fil paper, a weblog is just weblog, a blog, an online journal. but fortunately, from all the replies and shugs, i realized that 'we blog'. it was a matter of knowing the opinion of other people. it is through the lives of others that gives meaning to one's life.