all 6's and 7's!!
and so it was... one touch clinical control... body check samran... leave him in my dust... shift to 5th... a higher gear... hassan backs up hastily... single stepover... right foot... dribble shoot.. OLE!!! but sadness too, samran stepped on my toe with his magnesium alloy mother killer kleats... it went blue.... my agent would have been so furious... if he were around at the time... or if in fact, i actually had an agent...
in other news today... the mustache is off... miss jolie has gone back... exams are on my head... im saying too much too fast... im recieving advice from all quarters... in have a swollen toe... and and and...
in other news today... the mustache is off... miss jolie has gone back... exams are on my head... im saying too much too fast... im recieving advice from all quarters... in have a swollen toe... and and and...
posted by Azam at 12:02 PM
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and im the proverbial ewil gamer
my apologies...fell asleep after lunch
khekhekhe
*ZzZz*
'talk to the hand... cause the face stopped listening...'
"scottie... your not evil enought... your the diet coke of evil... only one calorie..."
Dr. Evil - Austin Powers, International Man of Mystery
safe...
Congrats! so your injured now ? before the great one has returned.. you`v made yourself scarce.. The moment draws near.. when the legendary striker rises from the mirage of fate to play one more match..to conjure brilliance again...to spark awe and ignite wonder.. i will once again bestow upon you nostalgic relvelations of the times that were.. are and will be..
Passion !
lightning shall split the skies... thunder shall shake the earth.. and on that moonlit pitch... on a cold misty winter night people shall see nothing more than the silhoutte of a man running the sod... menacing, vivacious touches... and when they shall come closer to see who this man is, there shall find nothing more but a ripple in the net...
*dead*
As the skies underwent go a change, i am the man that will rose up to met the heavens of the footballs god of passoin glorry
Have realise Anonymous is far too common a name for post: Hence shall be Pharohs sceptre- ANK. Jolie’s left and the moustache. Latter pleases me more.
Another interesting read, since poetry is the season's colour with you:
Before You Came
by Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Before you came things were just what they were:
the road precisely a road, the horizon fixed,
the limit of what could be seen,
a glass of wine no more than a glass of wine.
With you the world took on the spectrum
radiating from my heart: your eyes gold
as they open to me, slate the colour
that falls each time I lose all hope.
With your advent roses burst into flame:
you were the artist of dried-up leaves, sorceress
who flicked her wrist to change dust into soot.
You lacquered the night black.
As for the sky, the road, the cup of wine:
one was my tear-drenched shirt,
the other an aching nerve,
the third a mirror that never reflected the same
thing.
Now you are here again - stay with me.
This time things will fall into place;
the road can be the road,
the sky nothing but the sky;
the glass of wine, as it should be, the glass of
wine.
ANK
oooh.
simpsons style O mouth
ANK kya hota hai?
ambreen noon kazi...
aik lafz nahi parha...
oh.
hello :)
Right back at you. No matter what he says, not THAT many people frequent these pages. Even me he coaxes, but because I love him.... I show up.
ANK was Pharaoh's sceptre. It is hyphenated with another word (some god of power)but I am allowed selective selection, and so just ANK.
form is temporary.. greatness is permanent...
however, my form and greatness are permanent
p.s. anonymous intended
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