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I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
I know you'll be a star
In somebody else's sky,
but why, why, why
Can't it be,
can't it be mine
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Somewhere in here are the bones of St. George. I think he might be the table lamp over there.
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And another depressing poem from the Epic Tragicist Misa Sinhe...Notice the classic "Grass is greener on the other side" moto which sweeps up the misery for the want of something that one cannot get...The subject as usual is some lover who denies his love to the poetess and so she pines for him...She stabs the wound by insinuating hatred for the other woman...thus somebody elses sky...Everyone would love to be the Rich Kings daughter/son...so she asks....why cant the sky be mine?...why cant I be the Rich Kings daughter...with the whole sky and earth under her thumb....why o why o why...
now we have a literary critic on our hands. if you noticed the label, you'd be able to tell that this is a lyric and not a poem by commander. commander, you should do something about inept commenters on your blog. you could, of course, also do something about random rude monsters on your blog.
Madhu: *applauds*
Very Nice, Its a good thing you did Philo and not English.
This is a very pretty Pearl Jam song.
Gaimon: Youre not going to find another fight here! youll have to catch me wen Im in a foul mood again.
Tho I must say, youre attraction to Madhu is so cute! *wink*
hehehe bam bam bam. really madhu it SAID black right there!!! and i mean stephens philo and you didnt recognise jam?? tut tut
mish babe what are all these people? eh? your comments used to be fun!
yes, mincat, they used to be fun until you got here. and academic degrees and where you obtained them have nothing to do with the ability to identify an artist from a lyric excerpt.
hmmm...Okay Okay...you got me...I just thought it was another one of your poems...Sorry..will be more careful later...Hi Mincat..I am Maxdog..haha..ahem..And Gaimon...I have this fungus around my asshole called Gaimon too..haha...what a coincidence...
lol
kiddies
undead: did you get it from being slammed there by adult men around you as you grew up? it's definitely the only sex you've had, which is why you're so proud of it. maybe that is what has hindered the development of your brain. perhaps you should have it treated instead of advertising your lack of personal hygine on webspace. I still think it's better that you just die.
Mey: Sorrie love, but really, I cant control them. I used to attract interesting freaks once upon a time...
Madhu & Gaimon: While I have nothing against you two using my comment space to spar, can we please keep it tasteful?
it used to be tasteful, but this retard doesn't have much of a vocabulary. such are the times, commander, when a monster looking for a fight has to deal with champion losers.
Yes but couldnt you perhaps deal with them elsewhere?
Fungus infested ani (anus'?) really doesnt help a suitcase lose her migraine.
*shudders*
well, I am looking for fights only on your blog. I am not interested in soliciting retards anywhere else... or here, for that matter, but so far I've only been favored by one. perhaps you could advise your undead friend about what is inappropriate, because he certainly didn't learn that while at special school. He should really end his miserable existence. What a waste of space.
hahaha...Funny stuff...Okay Misha..I swear I wont abuse on your comment box again nor pick on my son Gaimon...Cross my heart.
Hee hee hee. I personally don't fault Madhu for not knowing the lyrics to a Pearl Jam song. This is a contentious remark, but I think Pearl Jam is highly overrated. Besides, quotations must be properly cited, for public edification.
And Undeadhead, instead of getting pissed, think of gaimon as gay-mon (with mon in malayalam). Neil Gaiman he is not.
Gaimon, give up, you cannot insult the Undead. It simply can't be done. You'd best be (quietly) confident of your own superiority, because you shall never convince him of it!
yohan: everything is overrated. what is malyalam? you're right though, I don't seem to be getting through. I have commented enough on mental ability so I will not go on about it, as far as this comment goes. however, the point is not to establish superiority. it's just to have a fight. just that bit of agression, trading of insults, and threats of violence that keeps us all in good health. if you like, I could fight you next. I can fight in four languages.
aiiyooo drama. yohan thank you for getting the spirit of my comment!!!
I'm ever the peacemaker.
So does everyone except me know who gaimon is?
nope not a clue. well a theory. or as venezuela prof keeps saying a "hypothesis"
mish? any ideas?
Why, Madhu? Why? I bet he's like 18 years old...take it easy on the kid.
the retard is back! I've been missing him. this forum isn't the same without the limp-brained one! undead, if you can't come up with something better, I recommend using the cut-paste feature and saving your limited brain functionality for other things - such as wiping your ass to prevent fungus.
yohan: quit demonstrating how little you know.
The little I know does not include gaimon's identity. Don't try to pick a fight with me dude. I'm an inveterate peacenik. Instead, drop the hostility and get to know the wonder-of-the-world that is the Mind of Madhu. I highly reccommend it. Were you offended by the Pearl Jam illiteracy? Pfff. There are more things in heaven and earth and all that.
[Madhu, I'm not sure why you're doing this. Write a blog post if you want to take out your aggression.]
Jobless, aren't we?
Gaimon, there you go again. You're funny, and I admit it. But you should really take this wit to Yahoo Chat Rooms, or somewhere like that, there you can get on people's nerves and that's what everyone does there anyway. I'm not looking for a fight. Jus a suggestion.
Don't know how much I will agree with Yohan on the overratedness of Pearl Jam, I surely like them. Ten worked for me. Cheers!
yohan: your taste in music is the least of my concerns. your speculations on my age were, on the other hand, worth a rap on the knuckles. telling a monster to drop the hostility is like telling a dog not to bark. (don't start showing me that you do know things by bringing up the dingo.) yet, as I have maintained, I am a very accomodating monster and will reluctantly sign any peace treaties sent my way. and last I checked, this wasn't a friendship club. I'm not here to get to know people, I'm here for the fight. and since you're interested, I actually happen to have one of the best jobs in the world. I get paid a ton of money and yet have all this free time. I'm sure you're impressed.
jerry: I'm glad I amuse you. a monster doesn't begrudge a few laughs on the side as long as he gets the occasional sucker who takes the bait (we have a prize one here, don't we?). and we're on a peace treaty for this post as well, is it? so be it. no, great though it is, my job doesn't give me THAT much free time that I can ply my trade in inane chatrooms. so far commander hasn't thrown me out, and, after all, what's another frayed nerve? I'm sure you can slip Ten into the slot and work it right off, can't you? (yes, pretty impressive for a debut disc, but what about the rest? not that monsters care.)
Hey, well Gaimon. You should start with a blog; I should say again, right? Not that jobless are we? Anyway, yea the treaty is on. And the Commander seems like a sweet person, so I guess you'll really have to get her on a bad day. Till then, all the luck. Surprising yes, the first few grunge heads managed a pretty neat show. With Pearl Jam, apart from Ten, heard a lot of their singles rather than albums as such. They were bloody cool.
jerry: firstly, the sentence that set the alarms clanging: '...the Commander seems like a sweet person, so I guess you'll really have to get her on a bad day.' my dear man, if you have ever been mistaken in your life, it was right there. you obviously have no idea about commander. us monsters keep databases. she is as far removed from sweet as you're going to get. and you don't want to be in the same city if she's having a bad day.
what would monsters blog about? and you need to hear the albums. to throw you in the deep end, try No Code and get back to me. To say you like Pearl Jam because you like Ten is to say you like Green Day because you like 'Good Riddance'. I'm a monster, not a fan. this is just off the databases I mentioned.
Okay okay...
why did Gaimon cross the road?
Coz his dad couldnt stand him and left him there..
Knock Knock
Whos there?
Gaimon
Gaimon who.
Gay man here looking for some love.
Why did Gaimon cross the road again?
Coz he was too chicken to start his own blog.
Why didnt Gaimon die when he had to die?
Coz both heaven and hell didnt want him.
How fat is Gaimons mom?
she is so fat when she steps on the Weight Scales it says 'to be continued'...she was measured at 38-26-36 and that was just the left arm...and the only thing thats attracted to her right now is gravity....her belt is called the equator.And when she opens the Fridge it says - 'I give up...'Once
she fell off a boat and the Captain yelled, "Land Ahoy!!!"
shit-for-brains has had another brain fart. every time I think that he couldn't possibly get lamer, he outdoes himself. do you know why it's so easy to mop the floors with you, undead? it's coz you never managed to pick yourself up off it since the last time you were trod on.
Dear Gawd.
Yeah actually it is getting too much...i can take him anyday anytime forever wherever...but we should respect Mishas place...Gaimon has demonstrated why sons can be undesirable...I think he takes it from his fat mom...and sorry for dirting your comment box....but he must be punished...
[Misha, did you ever expect lyrics would become so controvertial?]
I hope you know (and like) this gaimon, because he's really winning us all over, isn't he? He has a job and all, the lucky stud. Doesn't seem to know Indian English though...is he a firang? Who else would talk about salary?
@Jerry: We can agree to disagree. I mostly can't understand a word Eddie Vedder says, but I have friends who get all senti about him so he's okay by me. For angsty music give me Radiohead any day.
Yohan youre right, I think its faintly ridiculous to have 3 comments on a post that is 6 lines long, and completely pointles.
Gaimon, youre now neither funny nor witty. Everyone here has their own blog, please, write to them directly and bypass me altogether will you?
parting shots all around...
mincat: there is a television show called Jackass where people make themselves and others look like jackasses. It is extremely popular and has had more than one big-screen adaption. There is nothing wrong with tomfoolery. And the name is gaimon.
undead/madhu (presuming you're the same person): I accept you conceding defeat because you evidently had nothing left to say. you have helped me achieve my purpose, i.e. get under at least one person's skin enough for them to repeatedly exhibit how immature and mentally challenged they are. while it has been fun, your abject surrender leaves me with no choice but to kick you back to your mother to take care of your wounds.
yohan: I wasn't here to endear myself to people, and I think it's difficult to make that more obvious. you kind of inquired about my job or possible lack thereof, and I kind of answered your question, with a 'since you're interested...'. what is a firang? I'm a monster. salaries are important. angst is worthless.
commander: it is time to explore new horizons due to the incredible lack of fight here. thank you for the rent-free accomodation and the opportunity to look for soul-nourishing fights in this space you call yours. I must reject your judgments, but I'm sure they can be easily transferred to your rather meek devotees. I'm not interested in them, unfortunately. they don't know how to fight.
I'm glad to have been given this opportunity to have the last word. now gaimon takes your leave, entirely satisfied with his collection of ruffled feathers. you will never hear from him again. rest in... peace.
Praise the Lord!!! Party at my place!!..
[He was a firang. Fancy that.]
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