just started on locking today.
it's kinda hard,
but i know i'll be okay with practice haha =)

salute to hilty and bosch, as well as rey haha =D

just thought i'll dig up one of the older locking vids i've posed before haha.

here you go:
Hilty & Bosch feat. Co-Thkoo


scuba & which way?

retro is IN, RIGHT NOW!

My Girl - David Ruffin & Eddie Kendricks


Mona Lisa - Nat King Cole


Soul Vaccination - Tower of Power

candy is quite dandy,
yet quite unlike drugs;
sure they make me keep popping,
yet no withdrawl effects keep popping.

maybe
sweetness is an addiction, a desire, an instinct--

but i keep popping while my white teeth rot,
and i keep brushing while my white teeth rot.

the obsession
is an addiction, a desire, an instinct, a disorder--

but those curves attract me while my blood turns sweet,
and those tastes attract me while my blood turns sweet.

this curious condition
is an addiction, a desire, an instinct, a disorder, a disease--

but i keep chewing while the candy cuts,
and i keep licking while the candy cuts.

my current lovely dilema
is an addiction, a desire, an instinct, a disorder, a disease, a state of mind,

this i know yet i never do comphrehend;
candy cuts as my sweet blood flows,
candy cuts while my white teeth rots.

candy cuts while i keep popping.
and yet

candy cuts are curious things,
candy cuts are lovely things.

you may say i like candy cuts,
you may say i hate candy cuts.

i do know my sweet blood flows,
i do know my white teeth rots.
and yet

i enjoy candy with candy cuts,
i savour candy with candy cuts,
i chew on candy with candy cuts,
i bite on candy with candy cuts.

and they enjoy me with candy cuts
and they savour me with candy cuts
and they chew on me with candy cuts
and they bite on me with candy cuts.

i do say i understand
the paradox of this matter so;
candy cuts are terrible things,
candy cuts are fantastic things!

the paradox makes them even sweeter so,
this paradox makes them even enjoyable so!

candy cuts with curves and tastes,
what an enjoyable experience to experience so!

the pain and pleasure gives me pleasure,
the pleasure and pain gives me pain!
and yet

i'll settle for the in-between,
the pain and pleasure in the in-between,
the curves and tastes in the in-between,
the candy cuts in the in-between!

you may say i'm very sick,
you may say i'm very sweet
and yet

candy cuts are quite dandy,
yet quite unlike candy;
sure they keep me popping,
yet no withdrawl effects keep popping.

i'll keep rolling those curves and tastes,
while candy cuts with curves and tastes;
i'll keep popping those curves and tastes,
while candy cuts--

still--

with curves and tastes.

those curves and tastes do not harm me,
those curves and tastes do me justice!

i'm sure they do that
despite candy cuts,
i'm sure they do that
despite candy cuts.

candy cuts are things of joy,
candy cuts are things of joy;

i love candy on the tip of my tongue,
i love candy with dandy candy cuts.
and most of all,

i love candy cuts with curves and tastes,
they love me too with their candy cuts!

yes i'm sure of that,
yes i'm sure!

but maybe.


fine & dandy candy cuts

IT"S MAY DAY!

oh, curb the enthusiasism.



my brother's playing quite a number of classics on the piano.
lovely.

finally had the long awaited sleeping in.
oh, it fell so good.

randomity is art on the subconscious level.

i'd say, that's a rather interesting piece of shit your homework seemingly resembles. oh wait, it is an interesting piece of shit!(oh my god!)

if only teachers could talk like that.
the world would be ten times the place it is now, i promise.

but only a select few does, so don't bother trying to spot one.
in fact,
they're so rare.





jazz does wonders to my head.
that, ladies and gentlemen, is what happens when there's too much jazz/disco in my body system.

you might wonder what "that" is.
chances are, i'm not telling you.
if i did, wouldn't that be an awful compliment to your intelligence?





water drips
blood drips
ink drips in short of two letters.

engage in disengagement,
disengage in engagement;
if only i was easy.

a lack of display,
to display the lack of it.
i type and i write.

ink in blood,
blood in ink,
the universal fluid liquid.

rosiness of sound,
strength of noise,
hybrid of music.

constant randoms.
random constants.

if i was that easy.

the dictionary'd been a bloody nursery rhyme.

if everyone was that easy.

no need for the final solution.
no need for nuclear warfare.
no need for ethnic cleansing.

no need for rain.
no need for sun.
no need for men.
no need for women.
no need for dna.
no need for existence.
no need for world.
no need for reason.
no need for brain.
no need for suicide.
no need for replacements.
no need for emotions.(oh, those troublesome little things!)
no need for complaints.
no need for pleasure.
no need for lists.

no need for me.
no need for you.
no need for them.

no need for them and you and me.

no need to panic,
no.
need.

no.


concluding conclusion.

listening to CLASSIC MEETS CUBA by the Klazz brothers & Cuba Percussion right now.
do check it out seriously yeah=)
it's always refreshing to hear new renditions of classic songs=)

the shocking addiction to eyelids.

yes.

my eyes are extremely dry.

reading lots of articles.

drinking cream soda.

what else?

nothing :)

the second conclusion.

dancing koala bears!?


i'm telling you, they'll take over the world.










feeling the absolutely the "I'm going to shoot everyone with words" mood today.
oh holy hell.





i don't what to feel now though.
keep putting spaces with no real intentions.





if spaces were filled with ink blotches.