why so narcissistic?
there are, after all,
no mirrors in my intestines.
by - suraj sharma on 2/07/2010
by - suraj sharma on 2/06/2010
In a shooting range i'm aiming at the iconoclasts of the silver screen,
as i'm marching forward into the darkness of cinema - our retarded queen,
laughing through its black teeth it
spits out (in a self-righteous style) our as-seen-on-tv maturity,
or perhaps our disgust for the same.
the suffocating zeitgeist's syllepsis should commit suicide in the script itself,
butchery called the
box office can't be
bothered for the
benefits of a few
bastards have evolved into their
i still wants the buffs to bring it on.