Love is...

An illusion... for it's a mere magic trick played on the weak and gullible

A mirage... for it's something that is really not there

A lie... for no one really means it when they say 'I love you'

A trap... for it ensnares the senses


A book... that no one will ever finish reading

A puzzle... that no one has yet solved

A riddle... that no one will ever figure out

A quagmire... that no one will ever get out of alive


A dagger... that can kill you in an instant

A poison... that can kill you slowly

A bullet... that can pierce your heart

A sword... that can sever your head



Love is...

A load of crap, that we all so desperately crave for

A weapon... of mass destruction

Finito

I'm still straight and I'm still Paparé BOY, thank you very much

Everyone, please ignore the previous post. As you can see, it was obviously not written by yours truly.

That was the handy work of an overly bored messiahofmadness and tulie, who thought they'd have a good laugh at my expense while I was looking the other way.

See, we all work at the same office and I just happened to be away from the PC for a little bit, when these two jobless peabrains classy ladies saw that I'd left my blog open and, worse, signed in, and decided to make a little tea party of it.

Yeah.

And later, halfway into their post, I saw what they were up to, tried to confront them, and gave up. Thought I'd let them have their fun, the poor souls.

I think the post is on Kottu now. Oh well.

I'd delete it, but being the attention seeking prat nice guy that I am, I think I'm gonna leave it be. :p

Edited to add: I'm so over enthusiastic excited about finally being able to use the strike/scratch tag. :D

Considering Transgender operation

I always thought I was straight all this time, seriously, but that was before I attended open mic last night.

So many HAWT Guys. I have always had this habit of checking out guys but I didn't realize the implications until now. I never believed in Love at First Sight either, BUT THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED!

I fell in Love - Instantaneous, utterly and completely - with a guy!

What do I do, I have to cope with my newly discovered sexual inclination as well cope with my new found love. But it's a wonderful feeling - I AM IN LOOOOVVVVEEE! YAAAAAYYY!

Friends tell me that it was just the arrack mallum having a perverse effect on me. But it's not, this is the real deal, I felt all the things the poets wax lyrical about, the tingling, the high, the bells ringing, I felt it all I tell you...

And that's when I hit upon the idea for a sex change operation. My one true love is straight, he will never have anything to do with me as a guy so.... The depth of my love is such that I am going to turn myself into the girl of his dreams.

Sigh!!! His Mahagony coloured skin glowed in the dark. His T-shirt clung sexily to his amazing physique. Ok,I know not everyone will think so but to me, he was perfection!!!!!

So...Here I am at a turning point in my life after attending open mic (I never had any inkling when I set out so carefreely, last night that THIS would happen - who would have thought?)

So my dream guy, I know you'll read this even though you'll never guess it's dedicated to you - Look out for a sexy, hot chick who's going to crash into your life soon - Papare Boy is about to turn into Papare Girl!

The songs that turn us on

OK.

This is going to be awkward.

I.. er... I'm back... If you noticed that I'd disappeared, that is.

So... um... yeah, the plan is to start blogging again.

Oh fuck it. Yes, I'm back. The shit that caused me to become all melodramatic and take a sudden break from blogging has, by no means, disappeared, but I figured that quitting blogging (that sounds HORRIBLY sing-song by the way) was not going to make matters any better, and so, here I am, back in business. Yes.

And thanks a lot to everyone who commented on my previous post, to goddessofvileness who convinced me to start again, and to The Missing Sandwich who took the time and effort to actually send me a mail and cheer me up; ME- an anonymous blogger she's never even met. (That was very sweet of you, TMS). :)

And also to messiahofmadness and tulie for doing the same in their own unique way.

Thanks a mil, guys. :)

OK. Now that the cheese is out of the way, let's get back on topic.

I've been annoying my friends lately, asking them to send me lists of songs that they find 'sexy' (for the lack of a better word). I'm trying to compile a Top 10 and so far I've been told that the following songs make some of my friends feel all hot and sweaty. :p

Let's Get It On - Marvin Gaye
You Sexy Thing - Hot Chocolate
Layla - Eric Clapton
Skin To Skin - Harry Belafonte
Smooth - Carlos Santa ft. Rob Thomas
All I Wanna Do Is Make Love To You - Heart
I've Got You Under My Skin - Frank Sinatra ft. Bono
All I Want Is You - U2
Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me - U2
Fire - Babyface & Desree
Push it Push it - Inner Circle
Sexual Healing - Marvin Gaye
"Any Barry White song" (apparently)
Sweet Child of Mine and November Rain - Guns 'n' Roses
Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen
I am Sailing - Rod Stewart
Bleeding Love - Leona Lewis
Imagine and Let it Be - Beatles
Paint It Black - The Rolling Stones
Hallowed Be Thy Name - Iron Maiden
Number of the beast - Iron Maiden
Breaking the law - Judas Priest
Highway to hell - AC/DC
TNT - AC/DC
Stuff - Blank Sabath
Stuff - Disturbed
Goofy Goober - Spongebob (don't ask)

OK. Some very different genres there. Anyone care to help a dude out? :D

This is it

I'm depressed. I don't think I've been this depressed in a very long time. I don't like to write personal shit, and I'm not gonna do that now.

I just want to go away. And that's what I'm going to do now.

I might come back... if I feel like it. But somehow, I don't think that's gonna happen. I think I've hit an all time low this time around.

Yeah, I know I probably sound like a drama queen. Well, quite frankly, I don't give a rat's ass.

I'm out.

See? (Part II)

No, you don't see it. You'll never see what I see in you the way I see it. Even if you did see it, you wouldn't get it. And we both know why, don't we? Although, I'm pretty sure you have no idea what on Earth I'm talking about. Heck, I doubt you even realise it's YOU that I'm talking to here. Why would you? All you see is what you want to see. That's all that you seem to have eyes for, and not for what you ought to see. Well guess what? I don't want to be what you ought to see. I want to be what you want to see. But I know I'll never be that. So I'm gonna bugger off now, because if and when you eventually do see me, I don't want to be blocking your view.





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Why, you ask?
I'd much rather see you smile, even if it's not me that you're smiling at.

Note to the four people who know my real name - The above (and the previous post) is pure fiction.

See?

I wish you could see what I see in you the way I see it, but I know you won't see it since we don't see what's right in front of us when we're so blinded by the glow of what we want to see and not what we ought to see.

Now do you see what I see?

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How about now?

Now?

Oh well, I tried.

The Watchmaker

He sits in silence bent over his desk…

He watches his watch dying a slow agonising death…

He knows what he is… a surgeon…

A life saver… he must do this; it is no burden

He wears no mask, he fears nothing…

For he is always certain he knows what’s coming…

He picks his tools, and shifts on his stool…

And imagines himself drowning in a pool…

Wiping the sweat off of his tired face…

He wearily looks at the finish line of the race…

It’s not that far, he knows he can make it…

But for how long does he think he can fake it?

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OK, I admit. Poetry is not my strong point. This is just something I wrote over a year ago. It's... weird, to say the least.

How do we know Humpty Dumpty was an egg?

Age old question, I know. But seriously, why is Humpty always depicted as an egg? Nowhere in the rhyme is it mentioned that the little bugger was an egg. In fact, it doesn't say what he was at all.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again

So all the kings men and all the kings horses couldn't put him back together again? So what? Doesn't mean he had to have been an EGG. Why couldn't he have been... made of porcelain or something? Why an egg (of all things)?

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Bored. Nothing better to write.
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