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Trust me
It’s Paradise
This is where the hungry come to feed
For mine is a generation that circles the globe
in search of something we haven’t tried before
so never refuse an invitation
never resist the unfamiliar

never fail to be polite
and never outstay your welcome

just keep your mind open and
suck in the experience
and if it hurts
you know what… it’s probably worth it


you hope, and you dream
but you never believe that
something is going to happen for you
not like it does in the movies
and when it actually does
you expect it to feel different
more visirale
more real

i was waiting for it to hit me

it lasts forever

lasts forever
(fade out)

Our lucent mind will tell us what we need to feel. Armed yourself with patience, wait for the firm time to purge your mind. No need to rush, cause there is a mist smiling in the autobahn. (BGM: Beached_Orbital, OST The Beach)

Friday, June 13, 2008.  I heard the sound of one of my favorite song that I haven’t heard for many years. Searching, chasing the source with my bike wearing my worn out paper underpants. Gosh, I’m overslept with my radio on. (Pure Orchestra_U And I)

friday, june 13, 2008.  i heard the sound of one of my favorite song that i haven’t heard for many years. searching, chasing the source with my bike wearing my worn out paper underpants. gosh, i’m overslept with my radio on. (pure orchestra_u and i)

i will call you someday, i will find you one day, i will love you someday, and maybe today, u and i.

met with one of the girl from the past, one of the G.O.M.L. we’re talking about our future, the possibilities of our future relationship which you (and me) felt we will not gonna make it (again?). like a flashback from the sour past agreement that we’ve ever made. but we’re really happy with our rendezvous, so happy that we did a lot of funny things together. funny things like breaking an iron bridge which leads to our former high school (’^u^)a, of course we try to fix it up. ah, i don’t have such thing called love with you anymore, but still it’s nice for me to met you (o^u^o).

I hate you for your constant upload failure. so when a disease occurred then killed all my precious memories, you just… make it worse. i lost all completely, without any record. i hate you friends-ter. (BGM: goo goo dolls_before it’s too late)

For each forgotten kiss
For all the memories
For all the times a look
Said all we had to say

You played your part so well
A modern Romeo
You came on Cupid’s wings
And then you flew away

When you touch my face
When you call my name
I burned with desire

When you touch my face
When you call my name
I burned with desire
But you left me in the rain

For every sleepless night
Forever in your arms
For every hour spent
Lost in the reverie

You broke your promises
No shame and no regrets
You burned the bridges too
An endless mystery

When you touch my face
So beautiful
When you call my name
My name..
I burned with desire

When you touch my face
So beautiful
When you call my name
My name..
I burned with desire
But you left me in the rain

When you touch my face
So beautiful
When you call my name
My name..
I burned with desire

When you touch my face
When you call my name
I burned with desire
But you left me in the rain

dust to dust, ashes to ashes. an arrangement of words that i always keep like a religion inside. a sentence sent from head anytime this chest need to be satisfied. a temporary pleasure for this stretched muscles.
but a word is nothing without an act. and here’s where the problem waits for my hands to touch. it’s way too far to say that i have adequate discreetness to measure the balance. it’s really hard for a man like me to find the appropriate dust, to find the appropriate ashes.
it’s impossible for me to kill em all, cos there’s no single men related to me that they’ve killed. although it would be an honor for me to have such legalization. i will try to execute it as clean as possible, as fast as possible. flawless like gloves, silent like a suppressor, and lethal like a .45 blown without a distance.
ah, if only a sweet blood could ever extinguish this desire. cos mankind will never say enough.