Yes. I'm immature. Suck it, Alriiighhht?
Monday, April 12, 2010
I can feel a six pack coming in...
Pictures I think are hilarious/funny/giggle worthy or thought were hilarious/funny/giggle worthy at some point
Yes. I'm immature. Suck it, Alriiighhht?
Yes. I'm immature. Suck it, Alriiighhht?
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
DEMAND! We are monsters
Someone scared the calm night sky
Turned a head and bellowed a cry
We dwell on top of the land of who-knows-why
Hand on a scalpel
Mouth to a handle
This is where Kings and Queens died tonight
Where hopefullness and a world without screams lied tonight
Masked the seven seas, knowledge and futur dreams
Broken and faltered in fear tonight
Like a sick old man waiting for death before the morning light
Tonight we saw children grow
Went along with the flow
Ripped apart an ocean of glittering eyes
Created borders, box, and size
And made it so that every fluttering wish dies
Poisoning every seed
Softening the greed
Banished tears only to children who bleed
And now passion is lost
We have become nothing more than soulless heads tonight
Written By: Niloo Farahzadeh
Turned a head and bellowed a cry
We dwell on top of the land of who-knows-why
Hand on a scalpel
Mouth to a handle
This is where Kings and Queens died tonight
Where hopefullness and a world without screams lied tonight
Masked the seven seas, knowledge and futur dreams
Broken and faltered in fear tonight
Like a sick old man waiting for death before the morning light
Tonight we saw children grow
Went along with the flow
Ripped apart an ocean of glittering eyes
Created borders, box, and size
And made it so that every fluttering wish dies
Poisoning every seed
Softening the greed
Banished tears only to children who bleed
And now passion is lost
We have become nothing more than soulless heads tonight
Written By: Niloo Farahzadeh
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Tales of a Merchant at Sea
Swimming in an ocean of nails and potions
Singing to a moon that's already asleep
Bend back and strive through paints and dyes
To see blue down below, so murky and deep
Feel free to feast your eyes on dolphins' night cries
For surely these chants, though short, won't be your last
In a life that's been treated with wins and defeats
We all go missing in the midst of this puddle so vast
Written by: Niloo Farahzadeh
Singing to a moon that's already asleep
Bend back and strive through paints and dyes
To see blue down below, so murky and deep
Feel free to feast your eyes on dolphins' night cries
For surely these chants, though short, won't be your last
In a life that's been treated with wins and defeats
We all go missing in the midst of this puddle so vast
Written by: Niloo Farahzadeh
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
My winter 2010 Playlist
Songs I couldn't get enough of this winter. I don't really care if some of em are old, that shit shouldn't matter retard!
1. Well Thought Out Twinkles- Silversun Pickups
2. New Slang- The Shins
3. Run A Mile- Late Night Alumni
4. Done All Wrong- Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
5. Telephone- Lady GaGa ft. Beyonce
6. Cath...-Death Cab For Cutie
7. Crystallized- The xx
8. Satellite Heart- Anya Marina
9. Bad Romance- Lady GaGa
10. What's In A Name- Late Night Alumni
11. No One Knows- Queens of the Stone Age
12. Black Hole Sun- Soundgarden
13. The Rat- The Dead Confederates
14. Zero- Yeah Yeah Yeahs
15. Santeria- Sublime
16. Beautiful, Dirty, Rich- Lady GaGa
17. The Suffering- Coheed And Cambria
18. Swimmers- Broken Social Scene
19. I've Been Dying To Reach You- Circa Survive
20. Russian Privjet- Basshunter
21. Electric Feel- MGMT
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Beggars For Life.
What would you say
If I told you life was meant for the weakest
Handled by the rich
But valuable for the poor
For I think I'm sure
That for each human, love is the realest
That breath comes to those
Who really need it more
And so what's next in store
Relies on farmers and dreamers
Those of us who love
And have something to live for
But all of us, held captive
By takers and leaders
The wealthy and succesfull
Who cannot love no more
Written by: Niloo Farahzadeh
If I told you life was meant for the weakest
Handled by the rich
But valuable for the poor
For I think I'm sure
That for each human, love is the realest
That breath comes to those
Who really need it more
And so what's next in store
Relies on farmers and dreamers
Those of us who love
And have something to live for
But all of us, held captive
By takers and leaders
The wealthy and succesfull
Who cannot love no more
Written by: Niloo Farahzadeh
Friday, March 19, 2010
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